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  • #1
    Wally Lamb
    “Love is like breathing, you take it in and let it out.”
    Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone
    tags: love


  • #2
    Wally Lamb
    “Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.”
    Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone


  • #3
    Wally Lamb
    “I know it's a crock of shit. I ain't offering you happily-ever-after. I'm offering you... happily-maybe-sometimes-ever-after. Sort of. You know, with warts and shit." -Thayer”
    Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone


  • #4
    Wally Lamb
    “High School is like a sickness, but trust me, soon the fever breaks and you get over it." ~She's Come Undone”
    Wally Lamb


  • #5
    Wally Lamb
    “He was right. And he was an insensitive shit.”
    Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone


  • #6
    Wally Lamb
    “Eventually, I reached the other side of the chasm and understood the differences between the two men. I no longer hated Daddy: he had been a shitty father and a shitty husband - a man who's made two bad choices based on lust and coveting and then been too weak either to live with them or undo them. But he had not been a rapist.”
    Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone


  • #7
    Wally Lamb
    “The irony," he said,"...is that now that I'm this blind man, it's clearer to me now than it's ever been before. What that line? 'Was blind but now I see...”
    Wally Lamb


  • #8
    Wally Lamb
    “That time we separated was my idea. I thought, well, I'm fifty years old and there might be someone else out there. People waste their happiness - that's what makes me sad. Everyone's so scared to be happy.”
    Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone


  • #9
    Wally Lamb
    “A purple African violet so lush and fleshy it looked edible... his fingers as cool and smooth as beach stones.”
    Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone


  • #10
    Cormac McCarthy
    “The eye turned to the fire gave back no light and he closed it with his thumb and sat by her and put his hand upon her bloodied forehead and closed his own eyes that he could see her running in the mountains, running in the starlight where the grass was wet and the sun's coming as yet had not undone the rich matrix of creatures passed in the night before her. Deer and hare and dove and groundvole all richly empaneled on the air for her delight, all nations of the possible world ordained by God of which she was one among and not separate from. Where she ran the cries of the coyotes clapped shut as if a door had closed upon them and all was fear and marvel. He took up her stiff head out of the leaves and held it or he reached to hold what cannot be held, what already ran among the mountains at once terrible and of great beauty, like flowers that feed on flesh. What blood and bone are made of but can themselves not make on any altar nor by any wound of war. What we may well believe has power to cut and shape and hollow out the dark form of the world surely if wind can, if rain can. But which cannot be held never be held and is no flower but is swift and a huntress and the wind itself is in terror of it and the world cannot lose it.”
    Cormac McCarthy, The Crossing


  • #11
    Wally Lamb
    “Rosalie sat sideways in her chair, shaking from the laughter she was swallowing. I imagined myself drawing a gun from desk, taking aim, and killing her without so much as a quiver.”
    Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone


  • #12
    Wally Lamb
    “People had always amazed him, he began. But they amazed him more since the sickness. For as long as the two of them had been together, he said, Gary’s mother had accepted him as her son’s lover, had given them her blessing. Then, at the funeral, she’d barely acknowledged him. Later, when she drove to the house to retrieve some personal things, she’d hunted through her son’s drawers with plastic bags twist-tied around her wrists.
    “…And yet,” he whispered, “The janitor at school--remember him? Mr. Feeney? --he’d openly disapproved of me for nineteen years. One of the nastiest people I knew. Then when the news about me got out, after I resigned, he started showing up at the front door every Sunday with a coffee milkshake. In his church clothes, with his wife waiting out in the car. People have sent me hate mail, condoms, Xeroxed prayers…”
    What made him most anxious, he told me, was not the big questions--the mercilessness of fate, the possibility of heaven. He was too exhausted, he said, to wrestle with those. But he’d become impatient with the way people wasted their lives, squandered their chances like paychecks.
    I sat on the bed, massaging his temples, pretending that just the right rubbing might draw out the disease. In the mirror I watched us both--Mr. Pucci, frail and wasted, a talking dead man. And myself with the surgical mask over my mouth, to protect him from me.
    “The irony,” he said, “… is that now that I’m this blind man, it’s clearer to me than it’s ever been before. What’s the line? ‘Was blind but now I see…’” He stopped and put his lips to the plastic straw. Juice went halfway up the shaft, then back down again. He motioned the drink away. “You accused me of being a saint a while back, pal, but you were wrong. Gary and I were no different. We fought…said terrible things to each other. Spent one whole weekend not speaking to each other because of a messed up phone message… That time we separated was my idea. I thought, well, I’m fifty years old and there might be someone else out there. People waste their happiness--That’s what makes me sad. Everyone’s so scared to be happy.”
    “I know what you mean,” I said.
    His eyes opened wider. For a second he seemed to see me. “No you don’t,” he said. “You mustn’t. He keeps wanting to give you his love, a gift out and out, and you dismiss it. Shrug it off because you’re afraid.”
    “I’m not afraid. It’s more like…” I watched myself in the mirror above the sink. The mask was suddenly a gag. I listened.
    “I’ll give you what I learned from all this,” he said. “Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.”
    Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone


  • #13
    Wally Lamb
    “Audry Hepburn on the cover of The Nun's Story was staring up at me from my unmade bed. Her hair was hidden by her snow-white wimple; her big eyes looked frightened.
    "What are you looking at?" I said. "Fuck you." It was the first time I'd ever said the word. I felt a brief shiver of power.

    Then I sat back on the bed and sobbed. Dolores Price: Lady of Sorrow.”
    Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone


  • #14
    Wally Lamb
    “What made him most anxious, he told me, was not the big questions -the mercilessness of fate, the possibility of heaven. He was too exhausted, he said, to wrestle with those. But he'd become impatient with the way people wasted their lives, squandered their chances like paychecks.
    I sat on the bed, massaging his temples, pretending that just the right rubbing might draw out the disease. In the mirror I watched us both -Mr. Pucci, frail and wasted, a talking dead man. And myself with a surgical mask over my mouth, to protect him from me.
    "The irony," he said, "... is that now that I'm this blind man, it's clearer to me now then it's ever been before. What's the line? 'Was blind but now I see...' " He stopped and put his lips to the plastic straw. Juice went halfway up the shaft, then back down again. He motioned the drink away.
    "You accused me of being a saint a while back, pal, but you were wrong. Gary and I were no different. We fought ...said terrible things to each other. Spent one whole weekend not speaking to each other because of a messed-up phone message...
    That time we separated was my idea. I thought, well, I'm fifty years old and there might be someone else out there. People waste their happiness -that's what makes me sad. Everyone's so scared to be happy."
    "I know what you mean," I said.
    His eyes opened wider. For a second he seemed to see me.
    "No you don't," he said. "You mustn’t. He keeps wanting to give you his love, a gift out and out and you dismiss it. Shrug it off because you're afraid."
    "I'm not afraid. It's more like ..." I watched myself in the mirror above the sink. The mask was suddenly a gag. I listened.
    "l'll give you what I learned from all this," he said. "Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.”
    Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone


  • #15
    Wally Lamb
    “You're just catching me during one of my fallow periods, that's all. One of my compost years. I'm expecting a creative leap pretty soon now.”
    Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone


  • #16
    Wally Lamb
    “But I think this: that whatever prices I've paid, whatever sorrows I shoulder, well, I have blessings, too. Not just my family now, but the others-the ones who have died...They're with me still. They're here...”
    Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone


  • #17
    Wally Lamb
    “All the dead bolts, pulled shades and hidden knives in the world couldn't protect you from the truth.”
    Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone


  • #18
    Wally Lamb
    “If you want your prayers answered, get up off your knees and do something about them.”
    Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone


  • #19
    Wally Lamb
    “My memory of that day is like television itself, sharp and clear but unreliable.”
    Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone
    tags: life


  • #20
    Wally Lamb
    “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, She's Come Undone


  • #21
    Wally Lamb
    “She preferred to get high on life.”
    Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone
    tags: life


  • #22
    Wally Lamb
    “I usually learn more from the situations I hate than the ones I love.”
    Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone
    tags: life


  • #23
    Wally Lamb
    “What if I don’t like adventure?
    Then cultivate a taste for it. Take a chance. That’s how you grow.”
    Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone




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