Lorrie Moore Short Quotes

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I don't care if I'm a fish, I still want a bicycle.

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It had all the appeal of a bar of soap in a gas station.

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He was thinking, but she could tell he wasn't good at it.

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Certainly bitter emotions can fuel art—all kinds of emotions do.

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He didn't like to travel much, but he didn't mind it in other people.

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One had to build shelters. One had to make pockets and live inside them.

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Surrealism could not be made up. It was the very electricity of the real.

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His life seemed to be untacking itself, lying loose about him like a blouse.

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Don't make your own life your project in your own life: total waste of time.

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Love without intimacy, she knew, was an unsung tune. It was all in your head.

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Perhaps we had at last reached that stage of intimacy that destroys intimacy.

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If God Speaks Through Burning Bushes, Let's Burn Bush and Listen to What God Says.

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A story can be like a mad, lovely visitor, with whom you spend a rather exciting weekend.

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This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic.

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She smiled at him, with longing. 'Where do you live,' she asked, 'and how do I get there?'

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They had, finally, the only thing anyone really wants in life: someone to hold your hand when you die.

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It is like having a book out from the library. It is like constantly having a book out from the library.

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Those are the love killers. They love you and then they kill you. They're from another planet. Supposedly.

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The affectionate farce I make of him ignores the ways I feel his lack of love for me. But we are managing.

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An author's life is different, complex, and ongoing, while a character's remains frozen in one little story.

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This was my modest dream come true: unambitious flight. The kind that never even got high enough for a view.

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I missed him. Love, I realized, was something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that.

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You chose love like a belief, a faith, a place, a box for one's heart to knock against like a spook in the house.

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We had put almost all of our possessions in storage, which was a metaphor for being twenty, as were so many things.

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As the most recently arrived to earthly life, children can seem in lingering possession of some heavenly lidless eye.

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She was unequal to anyone's wistfulness. She had made too little of her life. Its loneliness shamed her like a crime.

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Her gaze dropped to her hands, which had started to move around nervously, independently, like small rodents kept as pets.

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He had the kind of mustache a college roommate of hers used to say looked like it had crawled up to find a warm spot to die.

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Every arrangement in life carried with it the sadness, the sentimental shadow, of its not being something else, but only itself.

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She was in bed, a book propped in her lap — a biography of a French feminist, which she was reading for the hairdo information.

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