34 Quotes by Caleb Crain

A suicide makes a fault in a novel, as suicides make a fault in life.

Because the air was bright and fresh, the ground beneath them empty, and both of them young, it was possible to imagine that either of them could become anything he wanted.

He was in the flow of time now. He was in a story.

There’s always a story that people are telling about themselves, and sometimes you can get them to tell it ever so slightly differently.

It is perhaps necessary for something dear to be lost.”“Why?”“Perhaps it is necessary to the making of a story. A story after all is a way of remembering love.

It’s a question of wanting to know how the story turns out. And one can only know that about one story, ever.

A year ago he had been in America. Two years ago he had been straight. Tonight he was underground, with the remains of the bogey man, lit by the torches of the children who had killed him.

Since he had given up men he had taken up geography. He visited a new sight or a new neighborhood nearly every weekend.

It was strange that one couldn’t know in advance which places one was later going to wish to remember.