161 Quotes by Annie Proulx

Had blundered into the unlikely journey knowing nothing, breathing grief like a sour gas. Hoping for oxygen soon.

The same birds still flew from them like signal flares, razored the air with their cries.

His cheek pillows pushed up by a thing, slanting smile, a fine channel like a scar from nose to upper lip.

His cheek pillows pushed up by a thin, slanting smile, a fine channel like a scar from nose to upper lip.

I wish I knew how to quit you.

You’ve got a chance to start out all over again. A new place, new people, new sights. A clean slate. See, you can be anything you want with a fresh start.

He'd call him up that night. Tell him. What? That he could gut a cod while he talked about advertising space and printing costs? That he was wondering if love came in other colors than the basic black of none and the red heat of obsession?

The crack that was Yark's mouth elongated, not a smile so much as a forcing apart of seams that went with the blunt question. To force Quoyle's seams apart. And other forced seams implicit.

The conversation burned off like fog in sunlight.