41 Quotes by Brock Clarke

That's not important,' he said, and when Detective Wilson said that, I was sure he didn't know the answer, 'not important' being just one of the things we call that which we don't know.

Maybe that’s the problem with being someplace beautiful: it makes it impossible to live anywhere else that’s not.

The past comes back once and then it keeps coming back and coming back, not just one part of the past but all of it, the forgotten crowd of your life breaks out of the gallery and comes rushing at you, and there is no sense in hiding from the crowd, it will find you; it’s your crowd, you’re the only one it’s looking for.

I confess this is an unforeseen – unforeseen and, indeed, I did not foresee it – by-product of journaling: in writing down the facts of one’s feelings, one might leave out facts, and one might also try to convince oneself that one’s fantasy is, in fact, one’s fact, or at least a fact among other facts, other facts that are, in fact, facts, making it most difficult to tell the fact from the fantasy.

Some people, when desperate, retreat to pills or hard liquor. I nap.

Because we both knew that sometimes the lies you tell are less frightening than the loneliness you might feel if you stopped telling them.

You could have saved her,” he said, and I realized that he had started crying, crying being that thing you do when you haven’t done enough and you’re afraid it’s too late to start.

They looked at each other for a while their gazes steady, unblinking. It was the way people stare at each other not when they’re in love but afterward, when they finally realize all the many horrible and beautiful things locked up within that love.

How did he get so terribly smart, so determined? Maybe it was the pain I’d caused that made him that way, and if that were true, then I’d sort of had a hand in it, in making him as smart and devious as he was. I was really starting to dislike the guy. But I also felt a little proud, like Dr. Frankenstein must have felt when his monster turned on him, because after all, it was Dr. Frankenstein who had made the monster strong and cunning enough to turn on him.