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Raymond Carver Quotes about Morning

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Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read.

Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read.

Raymond Carver
Morning, Lying, Book
Raymond Carver (2015). “All of Us: The Collected Poems”, p.135, Vintage

Happiness. It comes on unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really, any early morning talk about it.

Raymond Carver
Morning, Poetry, Early Morning
Raymond Carver (2015). “Where Water Comes Together with Other Water: Poems”, p.29, Vintage

I've crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I've come to a place I never thought I'd have to come to. And I don't know how I got here. It's a strange place. It's a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation.

Raymond Carver
Dream, Morning, Insomnia
Raymond Carver (2015). “Where I'm Calling From: Selected Stories”, p.391, Vintage

Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read. Fought against it for a minute. Then looked out the window at the rain. And gave over. Put myself entirely in the keep of this rainy morning. Would I live my life over again? Make the same unforgivable mistakes? Yes, given half a chance. Yes.

Raymond Carver
Morning, Mistake, Lying
Raymond Carver (2015). “All of Us: The Collected Poems”, p.135, Vintage

That morning she pours Teacher's over my belly and licks it off. That afternoon she tries to jump out the window.

Raymond Carver
Teacher, Morning, Trying
Raymond Carver (2015). “Where I'm Calling From: Selected Stories”, p.130, Vintage

The smooth stones you pick up and examine under the moon's light have been made blue from the sea. Next morning when you pull them from your trouser pocket, they are still blue.

Raymond Carver
Morning, Moon, Light
Raymond Carver (2015). “All of Us: The Collected Poems”, p.60, Vintage

She serves me a piece of it a few minutes out of the oven. A little steam rises from the slits on top. Sugar and spice - cinnamon - burned into the crust. But she's wearing these dark glasses in the kitchen at ten o'clock in the morning - everything nice - as she watches me break off a piece, bring it to my mouth, and blow on it. My daughter's kitchen, in winter. I fork the pie in and tell myself to stay out of it. She says she loves him. No way could it be worse.

Raymond Carver
Daughter, Morning, Nice
Raymond Carver (2015). “All of Us: The Collected Poems”, p.148, Vintage

That was in Crescent City, California, up near the Oregon border. I left soon after. But today I was thinking of that place, of Crescent City, and of how I was trying out a new life there with my wife, and how, in the barber's chair that morning, I had made up my mind to go. I was thinking today about the calm I felt when I closed my eyes and let the barber's fingers move through my hair, the sweetness of those fingers, the hair already starting to grow.

Raymond Carver
Morning, Moving, Eye
Raymond Carver (2015). “Where I'm Calling From: Selected Stories”, p.219, Vintage

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