I think, that love endures, but that it isn't everything, and it isn't ever what we want it to be...
Brock ClarkeI had what, I wanted, it was with me, in the room, including the room itself. Was it possible that we hear that voice not when we want something else but when we're in danger of losing the things we already have?
Brock ClarkeBut maybe this is what happens when you hate someone for so long: the person you hate dies, but the hate stays with you, to keep you company.
Brock ClarkeThere is something underwhelming about scholarly hate mail — the sad literary allusions, the refusal to use contractions – and so I didn't pay much attention to those letters at all.
Brock Clarke... he was taking a stab at greatness, that is, if greatness is simply another word for doing something different from what you were already doing — or maybe greatness is the thing we want to have so that other people will want to have us, or maybe greatness is merely the grail for our unhappy, striving selves, the thing we think we need, but don't and can't get anyway.
Brock ClarkeIn truth I was very pleased with myself and with my story and all that had happened in it. Because you can't help being impressed with your own story. Because if you're not impressed with your own story, then who will be?
Brock ClarkeAbout me as a drinker: I wasn't much of one and had a short, bad history of doing it. The few times I'd tried drinking I either became too much like myself or not enough, but either way it was always calamity on top of calamity and I found myself saying way too much about too little and doing the wrong things in the wrong places. Once, at my boss's Christmas party, I passed out for a minute - passed out but still, like a zombie, remained fully ambulatory and mostly functional - and when I came to, I found myself in my boss's kitchen, the refrigerator door open and me next to it at the counter, spreading mayonnaise onto two slices of wheat bread and licking the knife after each pass before I stuck it back in the jar. I heard someone cough or gag, looked up, and saw the kitchen's population staring at me, all of their mouths open and slack, obviously wondering what I thought I was doing, exactly, and all I could think to say was, "Sandwich." Which is what I said. And then, to prove my point, whatever the point was, I ate it. The sandwich, that is.
Brock ClarkeBecause this is one of the things I learned from Exley: anything can be a beginning as long as you call it one.
Brock ClarkeBecause this is one of the things I learned on my own: you need to say things simply, especially when they're complicated.
Brock ClarkeWhen we say we know something in our bones, we mean we don't know yet how we know what we know. This is what we mean by "bones.
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