Get in, get out. Don't linger. Go on.
Raymond CarverDreams, you know, are what you wake up from.
Raymond CarverStichwörter: dreams the-bridle
I am too nervous to eat pie.
Raymond CarverBut 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.
Raymond CarverMel thought real love was nothing less than spiritual love. He'd said he'd spent five years in a seminary before quitting to go to medical school. He said he still looked back on those years in the seminary as the most important years of his life.
Raymond CarverThat was in Crescent City, California, up near the Oregon border. I left soon after. But today I was thinking of that place, of Crescent City, and of how I was trying out a new life there with my wife, and how, in the barber's chair that morning, I had made up my mind to go. I was thinking today about the calm I felt when I closed my eyes and let the barber's fingers move through my hair, the sweetness of those fingers, the hair already starting to grow.
Raymond CarverThat's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones.
Raymond CarverStichwörter: writing
Every great or even every very good writer makes the world over according to his own specifications.
Raymond CarverLate Fragment
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read.
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