Change what you can, accept what you can't, and be smart enough to know the difference Wally Lamb More Quotes by Wally Lamb More Quotes From Wally Lamb I cried because I had no shoes. Then I met a man who had no feet. Wally Lamb shoesfeetmen Love is like breathing, you take it in and let it out. Wally Lamb breathinglove-issweet I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family's, and my country's past, holding in my hands these truths: that love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness; that mongrels make good dogs; that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things. This much, at least, I've figured out. I know this much is true. Wally Lamb smartdogcountry I am a plodder, I make an appointment with my computer everyday and I have no idea where I am going. Wally Lamb computereverydayideas The seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs. Wally Lamb journeytravelneeds I walked over and looked closer at the statue of the goddess. She was wearing a headdress with a skull and a cobra and a crescent moon. Maybe this is what peace of mind was all about: having a poisonous snake on your head and smiling anyway. Wally Lamb snakesskullsmoon My soul was a burden, bruised and bleeding. It was tired of the man who carried it, but I found no place to set it down to rest. Neither the charm of the countryside nor the sweet scents of a garden could soothe it. It found no peace in song or laughter, none in the company of friends at table or in the pleasures of love, none even in books or poetry.... Where could my heart find refuge from itself? Where could I go, yet leave myself behind? Wally Lamb laughtersongsweet I grew up in a household of women, they ran the show, they kept it all together. I credit my ability to write in female voices, as well as male, with having grown up with older sisters in a neighborhood largely populated by girls. Wally Lamb voicegirlwriting A woman who surrenders her freedom need not surrender her dignity. Wally Lamb surrenderdignityneeds However far fiction writers stray from their own lives and experiences - and I stray pretty far from mine - I think, ultimately, that we may be writing what we need to write in some way, albeit unconsciously. Wally Lamb writingneedsthinking Connecticut is in my blood. Wally Lamb connecticutblood The greatest griefs are silent. Wally Lamb silentgrief If the book is true, it will find an audience that is meant to read it. Wally Lamb audiencereadingbook All the dead bolts, pulled shades and hidden knives in the world couldn't protect you from the truth. Wally Lamb knivesshadeworld I'm a very rooted person. I grew up in Norwich, Connecticut, I still live in Connecticut. Wally Lamb connecticutnorwichgrew-up Love grows from the rich foam of forgiveness, mongrels make good dogs, and the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things. Wally Lamb foamrichdog Fiction writing is a strange business when you think about it. You sit down and weave a network of lies to explore deeper truths. Wally Lamb writinglyingthinking Look, don't just stare at the pages," I used to tell my students. "Become the characters. Live inside the book. Wally Lamb characterbooklooks Eastern Connecticut is very different from Western; we're more liverwurst than pâté, more bowling than polo. Wally Lamb connecticutbowlingdifferent Getting a job scared her but she was determined not to shy away from risk. That's what life's all about. Climbing out onto the airplane wing and jumping off. Wally Lamb airplanejumpingjobs
