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Their faces were scarified in hideous whorls and dots. As for clothing, they dressed in vegetable matter. Another
— Annie Proulx
The only cities were of ice, bergs with cores of beryl, blue gems within white gems, that some said gave off an odor of almonds.
— Annie Proulx
You are a knowledgeable girl," he said, "and a damn good-lookin one, though upholstered. Care for a beer?
— Annie Proulx
I think it's important to leave spaces in a story for readers to fill in from their own experience.
— Annie Proulx
What we fear we often rage against.
— Annie Proulx
By January it had always been winter.
— Annie Proulx
Develop craftsmanship through years of wide reading.
— Annie Proulx
You know, the Chinese have forgotten more about sailing than the rest of the world ever knew.
— Annie Proulx
All must pay the debt of nature.
— Annie Proulx
I play the fiddle ... I'm not much to listen to yet, but we got no mice in our house.
— Annie Proulx
As Annie Proulx is to Wyoming, so is Jane Candia Coleman to Arizona.
— Clive Sinclair
If a piece ofknotted string can unleash the wind and if a drowned man can awaken ... then I believe a broken man can heal.
— Annie Proulx
For Quoyle was a failure at loneliness, yearned to be gregarious, to know his company was a pleasure to others.
— Annie Proulx
The world is a staircase," hissed the accordion maker in the darkness. "Some go up and some come down. We must ascend.
— Annie Proulx
Jack, in his dark camp, saw Ennis as night fire, a red spark on the huge black mass of mountain.
— Annie Proulx
The past bubbled out of his black mouth.
— Annie Proulx
Nothing ended, nothing begun, nothing resolved.
— Annie Proulx
The forest had many edges, like a lace altarpiece.
— Annie Proulx
The house was heavy around him, the pressure of the past filling the rooms like odorless gas.
— Annie Proulx
In a rough way the short story writer is to the novelist as a cabinetmaker is to a house carpenter.
— Annie Proulx
He had wanted to be a sophomore.
— Annie Proulx
If you get the landscape right, the characters will step out of it, and they'll be in the right place.
— Annie Proulx
It's easier to die if others around you are dying.
— Annie Proulx
In every life there are events that reshape one's sense of existence. Afterward, all is different and the past is dimmed.
— Annie Proulx
The interior of the station wagon smelled of human hair.
— Annie Proulx
if you can't fix it you got a stand it.
— Annie Proulx
There are four women in every man's heart. The Maid in the Meadow, the Demon Lover, the Stouthearted Woman, the Tall and Quiet Woman.
— Annie Proulx
Strikes, eases, dies, leaves a temporary silence.
— Annie Proulx
Change itself is what fascinates me. I am drawn, as a moth to the flame, by edge situations, by situations of metamorphosis.
— Annie Proulx
If you can't fix it, you have to stand it.
— Annie Proulx
I am influenced by words and the chewiness of language
— Annie Proulx
Hell was a great fiery-hot music hall, he thought, where untuned instruments scraped and shrieked in diabolical cacophany ...
— Annie Proulx
I find it satisfying and intellectually stimulating to work with the intensity, brevity, balance and word play of the short story.
— Annie Proulx
Warren made bursting noises under the bed. A rancorous stench. Dog Farts Fell Family of Four.
— Annie Proulx
That old, cold time on the mountain when they owned the world and nothing seemed wrong ..
— Annie Proulx
The room stank of semen and smoke and sweat and whiskey, of old carpet and sour hay, saddle leather, shit and cheap soap.
— Annie Proulx
He had a feel for silence, for leading to an unsounded note the listener yearned for ...
— Annie Proulx
And he would wake sometimes in grief, sometimes with the old sense of joy and release; the pillow sometimes wet, sometimes the sheets.
— Annie Proulx
The long horizon, the lunging, clotted sea like a swinging door opening, closing, opening.
— Annie Proulx
I would rather be dead than not read
— Annie Proulx
Their silence comfortable. Something unfolding. But what? Not love, which wrenched and wounded. Not love, which came only once.
— Annie Proulx
