41 Quotes by Brock Clarke

When we say we know something in our bones, we mean we don’t know yet how we know what we know. This is what we mean by “bones.

Some of the books I’d read had told me that love is fleeting; some of the other books I’d read had told me that love is eternal. But they were wrong. Love isn’t either of those things. Love is not wanting the thing you love to ever end.

The truth is that the world is full of bumblers exactly like you, and to think that you’re special is just one more thing you’ve bumbled.

There is always someone smarter than you; you’d think we die from the constant pain of our mental inferiority, except that most of the time we’re too stupid to feel it.

I opened the book to the title page, which said the book was “A Fictional Memoir.” I had no idea what this meant, except that maybe it was one of the ways that Exley was crazy: maybe when he called his book a fictional memoir, it meant that he couldn’t make up his mind, which is one of the things people really mean when they call someone crazy.

I could hear the exasperation in her voice, so beautiful and familiar, but sad, too, like hearing church bells right before your funeral.

And I also know that this is why love allows us to be so cruel to the beloved: so that the beloved doesn’t make the mistake of loving us again or loving us for the first time.

I almost touch her on the arm as she touched me on the arm, to console her. But I fear that my touch won’t tingle her arm as hers tingled mine, and how unbearably sad that would be.

I have no idea,′ he said, and that’s another thing I’ll put in my arsonist’s guide: be wary of a man who says, ‘I have no idea,’ when asked why his wife doesn’t like something he’s done, which of course is just another way of saying be wary of men in general.