86 Quotes by Robert Charles Wilson

Are you just a car salesman or are you a poet too?” “I've never been accused of poetry before.

I appreciated her bluntness. Maybe it came with her sudden sobriety. Here she was back in the brightly lit world she had been avoiding for twenty years, and it was exactly as awful as she remembered it.

The conversation was mesmerizing, not for its content but for the cadences of the talk, the rhythm we fell into when we were alone, now as before. Every conversation between friends or lovers creates its own easy or awkward rhythms, hidden talk that runs like a subterranean river under even the most banal exchange.

Superstition...is what we call the miracles we don't approve of.

Sandra had studied psychiatry in order to understand the nature of despair, but all she had really learned was the pharmacology of it. The human mind was easier to medicate than to comprehend.

[N]ot my name, my secret idea of myself.

We're as ephemeral as raindrops. We all fall, and we all land somewhere.

[A]ll the...people who visited me out of a sense of duty, who were relentlessly sympathetic and secretly indifferent.

[H]e dreamed things for which he had no words.