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If I could just write it down in a piece of paper, then maybe she could get a decent night's sleep, eat a little of her dinner. Maybe she could have a minute's worth of peace.
Wally Lamb
The roundness of life's design may be a sign that there is a presence beyond ourselves.
Wally Lamb
Eventually, I reached the other side of the chasm and understood the differences between the two men. I no longer hated Daddy: he had been a shitty father and a shitty husband - a man who's made two bad choices based on lust and coveting and then been too weak either to live with them or undo them. But he had not been a rapist.
Wally Lamb
When I was a kid... I needed to belong.
Wally Lamb
Human behavior in the midst of hardship caught my attention very early on, and my first stories were all pictures, no words.
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But what are our stories if not the mirrors we hold up to our fears?
Wally Lamb
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You're just catching me during one of my fallow periods, that's all. One of my compost years. I'm expecting a creative leap pretty soon now.
("She's Come Undone")
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If I could just write it down in a piece of paper, then maybe she could get a decent night's sleep, eat a little of her dinner. Maybe she could have a minute's worth of peace.
Wally Lamb
The roundness of life's design may be a sign that there is a presence beyond ourselves.
Wally Lamb
Eventually, I reached the other side of the chasm and understood the differences between the two men. I no longer hated Daddy: he had been a shitty father and a shitty husband - a man who's made two bad choices based on lust and coveting and then been too weak either to live with them or undo them. But he had not been a rapist.
Wally Lamb
When I was a kid... I needed to belong.
Wally Lamb
Human behavior in the midst of hardship caught my attention very early on, and my first stories were all pictures, no words.
Wally Lamb
But what are our stories if not the mirrors we hold up to our fears?
Wally Lamb