I can tell you that I never begin working on a story until I have a title centered at the top of the first page. Kevin Brockmeier More Quotes by Kevin Brockmeier More Quotes From Kevin Brockmeier There are times in your life when, despite the steel weight of your memories and the sadness that seems to lie at your feet like a shadow, you suddenly and strangely feel perfectly okay. Kevin Brockmeier sadness memories lying Sometimes you imagine that everything could have been different for you, that if only you had gone right one day when you chose to go left, you would be living a life you could never have anticipated. But at other times you think there was no other way forward--that you were always bound to end up exactly where you have. Kevin Brockmeier way-forward one-day thinking Anyone who has ever experienced love knows that you can have too much or too little. You can have love that parches, love that defeats. You can have love measured out in the wrong proportions. It's like your sunlight and water - the wrong kind of love is just as likely to stifle hope as it is to nourish it. Kevin Brockmeier littles love-is water I had always been the kind of boy who was quick to laugh and quick to cry. Kevin Brockmeier kind laughing boys The living carry us inside them like pearls. We survive only so long as they remember us. Kevin Brockmeier pearls remember long She had the same responsibility as everybody else did: to live as softly as she could in the world. Kevin Brockmeier responsibility world You have a pet theory, one you have been turning over for years, that life itself is a kind of Rube Goldberg device, an extremely complicated machine designed to carry out the extremely simple task of constructing your soul. Kevin Brockmeier soul simple years I always try to stay as quiet as possible about a book until it's finished. Kevin Brockmeier trying quiet book People who read Anne Lamott, like people who read Anne Rice, believe that tragedy is romantic, but the people who read Anne Lamott believe it ironically. Kevin Brockmeier tragedy believe people I write out of gratitude for all the books I have loved over the years. Kevin Brockmeier gratitude writing book ...When you die, the energy that kept you alive filters into the people you loved. Did you know that? It's like a fire you've tended all your life, and the sparks are all scattered into the wind.... That's why we survive as long as we do, because the people who loved us keep us going. Kevin Brockmeier fire wind long The books you love best - those are the immensity of the sea. Kevin Brockmeier sea love-is book There was no one alive who did not contribute his share of mystery to the world. Kevin Brockmeier mystery alive world Worry is a mean-faced dwarf who beats on your heart like a kettledrum. Kevin Brockmeier dwarves heart mean With every sentence she writes, Davis freshens the senses. Her novels achieve a tone that’s unlike anyone else’s, creating an atmosphere you don’t so much interpret as breathe. Kevin Brockmeier atmosphere creating writing I was also ready to believe, though, that whatever good things I had managed to set upright could topple at any second. Kevin Brockmeier ready good-things believe You could not presume that people were healthy. You could not presume that they would welcome the little nudges and jostlings of life. You had to behave as though everyone you met was walking a thin wire far above the earth, where the slightest wind might rock them off their balance and send them tumbling to the ground. Kevin Brockmeier rocks wind people A successful song comes to sing itself inside the listener. It is cellular and seismic, a wave coalescing in the mind and in the flesh. There is a message outside and a message inside, and those messages are the same, like the pat and thud of two heartbeats, one within you, one surrounding. The message of the lullaby is that it’s okay to dim the eyes for a time, to lose sight of yourself as you sleep and as you grow: if you drift, it says, you’ll drift ashore: if you fall, you will fall into place. Kevin Brockmeier eye song fall Sometimes they rose up inside her, these moments of fierce happiness, kindling out of their own substance like a spark igniting a mound of grass. It was a joy to be alive, a strange and savage joy, and she stood there in the warmth and destruction of it knowing it could not last. Kevin Brockmeier knowing rose joy I don't think our lives actually unfold with morals attached to them, or meanings that are easily extracted, or jokes designed to generate sympathy. I wanted to do the opposite - to offer up a life whose meanings can only be perceived through a tangle of desires, confusions, and textural details. Kevin Brockmeier confusion opposites thinking
