Raymond Carver Quotes

Then I said something. I said, Suppose, just suppose, nothing had ever happened. Suppose this was for the first time. Just suppose. It doesn't hurt to suppose. Say none of the other had ever happened. You know what I mean? Then what? I said.

There was this funny thing of anything could happen now that we realized everything had.

The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.

I lifted him out. I held him. I held that half of him.

This is awful. I don't know what's going to happen to me or to anyone else in the world.

Write what you know, and what do you know better than your own secrets?

Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.

If we're lucky, writer and reader alike, we'll finish the last line or two of a short story and then just sit for a minute, quietly. Ideally, we'll ponder what we've just written or read; maybe our hearts or intellects will have been moved off the peg just a little from where they were before. Our body temperature will have gone up, or down, by a degree. Then, breathing evenly and steadily once more, we'll collect ourselves, writers and readers alike, get up, "created of warm blood and nerves" as a Chekhov character puts it, and go on to the next thing: Life. Always life.