18 Quotes by Carole Maso

How I love them. How good they are. They endure endless hours of me talking about the future. They keep me near and at the same time bid me farewell. That is what real love is.

I believe in books.

They trusted me as men carelessly, always, trust women-- as if this trust, this confidence was their birthright. A mistake-- in this case, at any rate.

I had left her behind, again--because I could not write--write, that is, on my own terms, without concern for the marketplace, without selling out in small but grave ways: writing for magazines, or teaching prematurely, or making uncsoncious decisions that might make the work more sexy, more accessible--but for all the wrong reasons. It seemed crucial not to derail myself now, not to subvert myself, not give in.

your head is flowers, your body the body of a deer, pierced

But sometimes even the sky is dangerous. I look up and see your face in the stars.

One of the strangest things about writing well is that it requires two different zones in the brain – rigor and recklessness – simultaneously.

The future will be gorgeous and reckless, and words, those luminous charms, will set us free again.

Truth be told, there is not one day that goes by when I don’t fall in love with someone, with something.