The First Amendment has the same role in my life as a citizen and a writer as the sun has in our ecosystem.— Michael Chabon
The most killer Michael Chabon quotes that are easy to memorize and remember
Forget about what you are escaping from. Reserve your anxiety for what you are escaping to.
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.
Undressing her was an act of recklessness, a kind of vandalism, like releasing a zoo full of animals, or blowing up a dam.
Take care-there is no force more powerful than that of an unbridled imagination.
A delicate, inexorable lattice of inferences began to assemble themselves, like a crystal, in the old man's mind, shivering, catching the light in glints and surmises.
Man makes plans . . . and God laughs.
My Saturday Night. My Saturday night is like a microwave burrito. Very tough to ruin something that starts out so bad to begin with.
Anything good that I have written has, at some point during its composition, left me feeling uneasy and afraid. It has seemed, for a moment at least, to put me at risk.
I said, “I need to hear something that’s going to save my life.
” Re: Selecting songs from a jukebox.
Never say love is "like" anything... It isn't.
For me, nostalgia is an involuntary emotion. ... I think it's just a natural human response to loss.
Jerome Charyn is one of the most important writers in American literature and one of only three now writing whose work makes me truly happy to be a reader.
The devolution of American culture takes another great step forward
So it was scary, but that's how it goes. To my great delight, I discovered that it did all belong.
With patience and calm, persistence and stoicism, good handwriting and careful labeling, they would meet persecution, indignity, and hardship head-on.
I don’t mean to make a big deal out of sobriety, by the way.
Of all the modes of human consciousness available to the modern consumer I consider it to be the most overrated.
Not only would I never want to belong to any club that would have me for a member--if elected I would wear street shoes onto the squash court and set fire to the ballroom curtains.
Love is like falconry," he said. "Don't you think that's true, Cleveland?" "Never say love is like anything." said Cleveland. "It isn't.
Louis Pasteur said, 'Chance favors the prepared mind.
' If you're really engaged in the writing, you'll work yourself out of whatever jam you find yourself in.
I wanted to give readers the feeling of knowing the characters, a mental image.
It is always so simple, and so complicating, to accept an apology.
I took comfort, as a kid, in knowing that things had always been as awful and as wonderful as they were now, that the world was always on the edge of total destruction.
I was surprised that my wife thought it was a good idea, then again with my agent, another woman, then my editor, another woman - in spite of the fact that all three of them reacted positively I still have this fear.
I was thinking, too, of Superman and his fortress of solitude.
They lay there for a few seconds, in the dark, in the future, listening to the fabulous clockwork of their hearts and lungs, and loving each other
Bina, thank you. Bina, listen, this guy. His name wasn't Lasker. This guy-' She puts a hand to his mouth. She has not touched him in three years. It probably would be too much to say that he feels the darkness lift at the touch of her fingertips against his lips. But it shivers, and light bleeds in among the cracks.
I have a deadline. I'm glad. I think that will help me get it done.
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.
A story begins with this nebulous feeling that’s hard to get a hold of and you’re testing your feelings and assumptions, testing what you believe. They end up turning into keepsakes and mementos –like amber in which a memory gets trapped.
Procrastination is something you do yourself.
You know: "I gotta sharpen these pencils before I start. I got 20 pencils, they're looking kinda dull." Well, the pencils aren't calling you and alluring you and inviting you and offering you anything. They're just sitting there. You're the one who's procrastinating.
All male friendships are essentially quixotic: they last only so long as each man is willing to polish the shaving-bowl helmet, climb on his donkey, and ride off after the other in pursuit of illusive glory and questionable adventure.
The whole house seemed to exhale a melancholy breath of emptiness
If children are not permitted-not taught-to be adventurers and explorers as children, what will become of the world...?
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?
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.
It never takes longer than a few minutes, when they get together, for everyone to revert to the state of nature, like a party marooned by a shipwreck. That's what a family is. Also the storm at sea, the ship, and the unknown shore. And the hats and the whiskey stills that you make out of bamboo and coconuts. And the fire that you light to keep away the beasts.
It was fun. That was something I came to fairly late.
That evening I rode downtown on an unaccountably empty bus, sitting in the last row. At the front I saw a thin cloud of smoke rising around the driver’s head. ‘Hey, bus driver,’ I said. ‘Can I smoke?’ ‘May I,’ said the bus driver. ‘I love you,’ I said.
I smoked and looked down at the bottom of Pittsburgh for a little while, watching the kids playing tiny baseball, the distant figures of dogs snatching at a little passing car, a miniature housewife on her back porch shaking out a snippet of red rug, and I made a sudden, frightened vow never to become that small, and to devote myself to getting bigger and bigger and bigger.
There was something unmistakably exultant about the mess that Rosa had made.
Her bedroom-studio was at once the canvas, journal, museum, and midden of her life. She did not “decorate” it; she infused it.
It is unusual for Joe to be that way, but that's what interested me.
I have confused ideas of deity, heavily influenced by mind-altering years of reading science fiction, that do not often trouble me, but one thing I know for certain, and have known since the age of five or six, is that I really can't stand the God of Abraham. In fact, I consider him to constitute the pattern to which every true asshole I have ever known in my life has pretty well conformed.
He had no idea of how long his life would one day seem to have gone on;
how daily present the absence of love would come to feel. “Just watch me,” he said.
Miracles prove nothing except to those whose faith is bought very cheap, sir.
Every generation loses the Messiah it has failed to deserve.
That's the best thing about writing, when you're in that zone, you're porous, ready to absorb the solution.
Mr. Feld was right; life was like baseball, filled with loss and error, with bad hops and wild pitches, a game in which even champions lost almost as often as they won, and even the best hitters were put out seventy percent of the time.
The truth of some promises is not as important as whether or not you can believe in them, with all your heart.
That's why school was invented - to give your parents some peace and quiet during the day.