Ralph also took some classes in philosophy and literature and felt himself on the brink of some kind of huge discovery about himself. But it never came. Raymond Carver More Quotes by Raymond Carver More Quotes From Raymond Carver You have to have been in love to write poetry. Raymond Carver been-in-love has-beens writing A great danger, or at least a great temptation, for many writers is to become too autobiographical in their approach to their fiction. A little autobiography and a lot of imagination are best. Raymond Carver imagination temptation fiction I guess my writing has changed as my life has. Raymond Carver changed writing There is no God, and conversation is a dying art. Raymond Carver dying conversation art All of us, all of us, all of us trying to save our immortal souls, some ways seemingly more round about and mysterious than others. We are having a good time here. But hope all will be revealed soon. Raymond Carver soul trying way Writers will be judged by what they write. Raymond Carver judged writing The smooth stones you pick up and examine under the moon's light have been made blue from the sea. Next morning when you pull them from your trouser pocket, they are still blue. Raymond Carver light moon morning When a reader finishes a wonderful story and lays it aside, he should have to pause for a minute and collect himself. Raymond Carver should-have stories wonderful You're a beautiful drunk, daughter. But you're a drunk. Raymond Carver drunk daughter beautiful We knew our days were numbered. We had fouled up our lives and we were getting ready for a shake-up. Raymond Carver our-lives shakes ready I am too nervous to eat pie. Raymond Carver nervous pie I'm moving to Nevada. Either there or kill myself. Raymond Carver nevada moving She serves me a piece of it a few minutes out of the oven. A little steam rises from the slits on top. Sugar and spice - cinnamon - burned into the crust. But she's wearing these dark glasses in the kitchen at ten o'clock in the morning - everything nice - as she watches me break off a piece, bring it to my mouth, and blow on it. My daughter's kitchen, in winter. I fork the pie in and tell myself to stay out of it. She says she loves him. No way could it be worse. Raymond Carver daughter nice morning In the beginning, when I was trying to write, I couldnt turn off the outside world to the extent that I can now. Raymond Carver writing trying world She won't give him back his look. Raymond Carver giving looks There's literary creation and literary business. When I first got something accepted, it gave my life a validation it didn't otherwise have. Raymond Carver validation creation firsts My heart is broken,” she goes. “It’s turned to a piece of stone. I’m no good. That’s what’s as bad as anything, that I’m no good anymore. Raymond Carver pieces broken heart Mel thought real love was nothing less than spiritual love. He'd said he'd spent five years in a seminary before quitting to go to medical school. He said he still looked back on those years in the seminary as the most important years of his life. Raymond Carver real spiritual school When I'm fishing, I feel guilty that I'm not writing, and when I'm writing, I feel guilty that I'm not fishing. But when push comes to shove, I'll always take the writing. Raymond Carver push feel fishing writing I think marriage is one of those things that writers draw on, one of those emotional reservoirs that go way back. Raymond Carver back think marriage way
