Wally Lamb
Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.Collection: New
The roundness of life's design may be a sign that there is a presence beyond ourselves.Collection: Design
I cried because I had no shoes. Then I met a man who had no feet.Collection: Men
Love is like breathing, you take it in and let it out.Collection: Sweet
I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family's, and my country's past, holding in my hands these truths: that love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness; that mongrels make good dogs; that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things. This much, at least, I've figured out. I know this much is true.Collection: Country
Change what you can, accept what you can't, and be smart enough to know the differenceCollection: Smart
The seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs.Collection: Travel
If the book is true, it will find an audience that is meant to read it.Collection: Book
I walked over and looked closer at the statue of the goddess. She was wearing a headdress with a skull and a cobra and a crescent moon. Maybe this is what peace of mind was all about: having a poisonous snake on your head and smiling anyway.Collection: Moon
Take what people give you. Drink their milkshakes.Collection: People
If you want your prayers answered, get up off your knees and do something about them.Collection: Prayer
All the dead bolts, pulled shades and hidden knives in the world couldn't protect you from the truth.Collection: Knives
Power, wrongly used, defeats the oppressor as well as the oppressed.Collection: Defeat
Love grows from the rich foam of forgiveness, mongrels make good dogs, and the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.Collection: Dog
The greatest griefs are silent.Collection: Grief
My soul was a burden, bruised and bleeding. It was tired of the man who carried it, but I found no place to set it down to rest. Neither the charm of the countryside nor the sweet scents of a garden could soothe it. It found no peace in song or laughter, none in the company of friends at table or in the pleasures of love, none even in books or poetry.... Where could my heart find refuge from itself? Where could I go, yet leave myself behind?Collection: Song
Fiction writing is a strange business when you think about it. You sit down and weave a network of lies to explore deeper truths.Collection: Lying
I think... the secret is to just settle for the shape of your life takes...Instead of you know, always waiting and wishing for what might make you happy.Collection: Thinking
Its the most breathtakingly ironic things about living: the fact that we are all-identical twins included-alone. Singular. And yet what we seek-what saves us-is our connection to others.Collection: Ironic
Look, don't just stare at the pages," I used to tell my students. "Become the characters. Live inside the book.Collection: Book
Only there's two sides to every story, you know. You just remember that.Collection: Two Sides
Eastern Connecticut is very different from Western; we're more liverwurst than pâté, more bowling than polo.Collection: Different
Life is a whoopee cushion, a chair pulled away just as you were taking a seat.Collection: Life Is
Love stories are probably all Ive ever been able to write or want to write.Collection: Writing
Getting a job scared her but she was determined not to shy away from risk. That's what life's all about. Climbing out onto the airplane wing and jumping off.Collection: Jobs
I grew up in a household of women, they ran the show, they kept it all together. I credit my ability to write in female voices, as well as male, with having grown up with older sisters in a neighborhood largely populated by girls.Collection: Girl
A woman who surrenders her freedom need not surrender her dignity.Collection: Needs
However far fiction writers stray from their own lives and experiences - and I stray pretty far from mine - I think, ultimately, that we may be writing what we need to write in some way, albeit unconsciously.Collection: Writing
Let me tell you something, my wife died for Tuesdays ago. Cancer of the colon. We were married forty-one years. Now you stop feeling sorry for yourself and lose some of that pork of yours. Pretty girl like you - you don't want to do this yourself.Collection: Girl
But I think this: that whatever prices I've paid, whatever sorrows I shoulder, well, I have blessings, too. Not just my family now, but the others-the ones who have died...They're with me still. They're here...Collection: Blessing
I won't read novels while writing novels.Collection: Writing
I'm a very rooted person. I grew up in Norwich, Connecticut, I still live in Connecticut.Collection: Grew Up
I love the most the students with troubled lives.Collection: Students
People waste their happiness - that's what makes me sad. Everyone's so scared to be happy.Collection: People
I write to find out what the story means to me, that is what I try to do especially with the first draft.Collection: Writing
My Italian-American heritage, of which I'm very proud and with which I identify strongly, surfaces in several of my novels.Collection: Italian
So many bad things have happened to them that they can't trust the good things. They have to shove them away before someone can get it back.Collection: Fear
When I was a kid, I was surrounded by girls: older sisters, older girl cousins just down the street... except for an older boy named Vito who threw rocks. Each year I would wish for a baby brother. It never happened.Collection: Girl
I like to be surprised. The best writing is when it defies me, when it starts going a different way than I had planned.Collection: Writing
The evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.Collection: Evidence Of God
I don't know. Maybe we're all chaos theorists. Lovers of pattern and predictability, we're scared shitless of explosive change. But we're fascinated by it, too. Drawn to it. Travelers tap their brakes to ogle the mutilation and mangled metal on the side of the interstate, and the traffic backs up for miles. Hijacked planes crash into skyscrapers, breached levees drown a city, and CNN and the networks rush to the scene so that we can all sit in front of our TVs and feast on the footage. Stare, stunned, at the pandemonium--the devils let loose from their cages.Collection: Cnn
I thought about how love was always the thing that did that - smashed into you, left you raw. The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.Collection: Hurt
First I laughed my way through Elinor Lipman's book of political tweets. Then I put my ear to the ground and listened to Molly Ivins guffawing from the grave. Lipman is a piquant poetic rock star!Collection: Stars
The point is this: that the stream of memory may lead you to the river of understanding. And understanding, in turn, may be a tributary to the river of forgiveness.Collection: Memories
If you risked love, it took you wherever you wanted to go. If you repressed it, you ended up unhappy.Collection: Unhappy
When I was a kid... I needed to belong.Collection: Kids
I think I write fiction for the opportunity to get beyond the limits of my own life.Collection: Writing
I like to write first-person because I like to become the character I'm writing.Collection: Writing
Love comes in far more shapes and sizes than what the family-values crowd condones, of course.Collection: Love