395 Quotes by Lorrie Moore

A lie to the faithless is merely a conversation in their language.

Like true friends, they take no hardy or elegant stance loosely choreographed from some broad perspective. They get right in there and mutter “Jesus Christ!” and shake their heads.

No matter what terror the earth could produce – winds, seas – a person could produce the same, lived with the same, lived with all that mixed-up nature swirling inside, every bit. There was nothing as complex in the world – no flower or stone – as a single hello from a human being.

Make a list of all the lovers you’ve ever had. Warren Lasher Ed “Rubberhead” Catapano Charles Deats or Keats Alfonse Tuck it in your pocket. Leave it lying around, conspicuously. Somehow you lose it. Make “mislaid” jokes to yourself. Make another list.

Adoption. A realized fantasy of your parents not really being your parents. Your genes could thrust one arm in the air and pump up and down. Yes! You were not actually related to Them!

At home in Dellacrosse my place in the world of college and Troy and incipient adulthood dissolved and I became an unseemly collection of jostling former selves. Snarkiness streaked through my voice, or sullenness drove me behind a closed door for hours at a time.

Divorce, she could see, would be like marriage – a power grab, as in who would be the dog, and who would be the owner of the dog.

Nothing’s a joke with me. It just all comes out like one.

You chose love like a belief, a faith, a place, a box for one’s heart to knock against like a spook in the house.