The whole house seemed to exhale a melancholy breath of emptiness Michael Chabon More Quotes by Michael Chabon More Quotes From Michael Chabon And then the man reminded Max, with a serious but suave and practiced air, that freedom was a debt that could be repaid only by purchasing the freedom of others. Michael Chabon max air men The two dozen commonplace childhood photographs - snowsuit, pony, tennis racket, looming fender of a Dodge - were an inexhaustible source of wonder for him, at her having existed before he met her, and of sadness for his possessing nothing of the ten million minutes of that black-and-white scallop-edged existence save these few proofs. Michael Chabon black-and-white sadness two My heart was simultaneously broken and filled with lust, I was exhausted, and I loved every minute of it. It was strange and elating to find myself for once the weaker. Michael Chabon broken lust heart ... and because it was a drunken perception, it was perfect, entire, and lasted about half a second. Michael Chabon perception half perfect We have the idea that our hearts, once broken, scar over with an indestructible tissue that prevents their ever breaking again in quite the same place. Michael Chabon broken heart ideas [My dad] didn't do much apart from the traditional winning of bread. He didn't take me to get my hair cut or my teeth cleaned; he didn't make the appointments. He didn't shop for my clothes. He didn't make my breakfast, lunch, or dinner. My mom did all of those things, and nobody ever told her when she did them that it made her a good mother. Michael Chabon dad mom mother I found one remaining box of comics which I had saved. When I opened it up and that smell came pouring out, that old paper smell, I was struck by a rush of memories, a sense of my childhood self that seemed to be contained in there. Michael Chabon smell self memories The first and last duty of the lover of the game of baseball," Peavine's book began, "whether in the stands or on the field, is the same as that of the lover of life itself: to pay attention to it. When it comes to the position of catcher, as all but fools and shortstops will freely acknowledge, this solemn requirement is doubled. Michael Chabon baseball games book Miracles prove nothing except to those whose faith is bought very cheap, sir. Michael Chabon prove miracle As long as she was falling in love with me, I might as well start making her promises I didn't intend to keep. Michael Chabon i-love-you falling-in-love long I love Richard Yates, his work, and the novel, Revolutionary Road. It's a devastating novel. Michael Chabon novel revolutionary Dr. Roboy, in Litvak's measured view, had a vice common to believers: He was all strategy and no tactics. He was prone to move for the sake of moving, too focused on the goal to bother with the intervening sequence. Michael Chabon goal views moving Do what you gotta do and stay fly Michael Chabon People keep saying, 'Oh, you're getting all these great reviews, that must make you really happy.' I guess it does, but mostly it's just a relief. Michael Chabon relief doe people Every time another review comes out I let out a deep breath. Michael Chabon deep-breath reviews breaths What's going to be hard for me is to try to divorce myself as much as possible from what I wrote. I'll have to approach it simply as raw material and try to craft a film script out of it. Michael Chabon divorce raw-materials trying It took Marvel Comics years to begin to put together any worthwhile superheroines. The first crop was, to a gal, embarrassingly disappointing. They had all the measly powers that fifties and sixties male chauvinism could contrive to bestow on a superwoman. Michael Chabon males together years Art is a form of exploration, of sailing off into the unknown alone, heading for those unmarked places on the map. If children are not permitted-not taught-to be adventurers and explorers as children, what will become of the world of adventure, of stories, of literature itself? Michael Chabon adventure children art The things I keep going back to, rereading, maybe they say more about me as a reader than about the books. Love in the Time of Cholera, Pale Fire. Michael Chabon rereading fire book The little boy had wandered away from his mother, tacking across the grass toward the play structure. His mother watched him go, proud, tickled, unaware that every time they toddled away from you, they came back a little different, ten seconds older and nearer to the day when they left you for good. Pearl divers in training, staying under a few seconds longer every time. Michael Chabon mother boys life
