Raymond Carver Quotes
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I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it? We were so intimate once upon a time I can't believe it now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can't imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven't been.
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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.
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A man can go along obeying all the rules and then it don't matter a damn anymore.
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I've crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I've come to a place I never thought I'd have to come to. And I don't know how I got here. It's a strange place. It's a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation.
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I'm always learning something. Learning never ends.
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I’d like to go out in the front yard and shout something. “None of this is worth it!” That’s what I’d like people to hear.
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Art doesn't have to do anything. It just has to be there for the fierce pleasure we take in doing it.
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there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.
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There are significant moments in everyone's day that can make literature. That's what you ought to write about.
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That's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones.
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It's strange. You never start out life with the intention of becoming a bankrupt or an alcoholic or a cheat and a thief. Or a liar.
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Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising.
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I am too nervous to eat pie.
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I'm moving to Nevada. Either there or kill myself.
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What do any of us really know about love?
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Get in, get out. Don't linger. Go on.
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She won't give him back his look.
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Something’s died in me,” she goes. “It took a long time for it to do it, but it’s dead. You’ve killed something, just like you’d took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.
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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.
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Booze takes a lot of time and effort if you're going to do a good job with it.
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My life is going to change. I feel it.
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Remember Haydn's 104 symphonies. Not all of them were great. But there were 104 of them.
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A little autobiography and a lot of imagination are best.
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But he stays by the window, remembering that life. They had laughed. They had leaned on each other and laughed until the tears had come, while everything else—the cold and where he'd go in it—was outside, for a while anyway.
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There is no God, and conversation is a dying art.
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That morning she pours Teacher's over my belly and licks it off. That afternoon she tries to jump out the window.
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There is no answer. It's okay. But even if it wasn't okay, what am I supposed to do?
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He wondered if she wondered if he were watching her.
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There's literary creation and literary business. When I first got something accepted, it gave my life a validation it didn't otherwise have.
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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.
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