Wally Lamb Quotes

I cried because I had no shoes. Then I met a man who had no feet.

Love is like breathing, you take it in and let it out.

I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family's, and my country's past, holding in my hands these truths: that love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness; that mongrels make good dogs; that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things. This much, at least, I've figured out. I know this much is true.

Change what you can, accept what you can't, and be smart enough to know the difference

The seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs.

If the book is true, it will find an audience that is meant to read it.

I walked over and looked closer at the statue of the goddess. She was wearing a headdress with a skull and a cobra and a crescent moon. Maybe this is what peace of mind was all about: having a poisonous snake on your head and smiling anyway.

Take what people give you. Drink their milkshakes.

If you want your prayers answered, get up off your knees and do something about them.

All the dead bolts, pulled shades and hidden knives in the world couldn't protect you from the truth.

Power, wrongly used, defeats the oppressor as well as the oppressed.

Love grows from the rich foam of forgiveness, mongrels make good dogs, and the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.

The greatest griefs are silent.

Look, don't just stare at the pages," I used to tell my students. "Become the characters. Live inside the book.

My soul was a burden, bruised and bleeding. It was tired of the man who carried it, but I found no place to set it down to rest. Neither the charm of the countryside nor the sweet scents of a garden could soothe it. It found no peace in song or laughter, none in the company of friends at table or in the pleasures of love, none even in books or poetry.... Where could my heart find refuge from itself? Where could I go, yet leave myself behind?

Fiction writing is a strange business when you think about it. You sit down and weave a network of lies to explore deeper truths.

I think... the secret is to just settle for the shape of your life takes...Instead of you know, always waiting and wishing for what might make you happy.

Its the most breathtakingly ironic things about living: the fact that we are all-identical twins included-alone. Singular. And yet what we seek-what saves us-is our connection to others.

Only there's two sides to every story, you know. You just remember that.

I am a plodder, I make an appointment with my computer everyday and I have no idea where I am going.

What if I don’t like adventure? Then cultivate a taste for it. Take a chance. That’s how you grow.

Eastern Connecticut is very different from Western; we're more liverwurst than pâté, more bowling than polo.

Life is a whoopee cushion, a chair pulled away just as you were taking a seat.

Love stories are probably all Ive ever been able to write or want to write.

Getting a job scared her but she was determined not to shy away from risk. That's what life's all about. Climbing out onto the airplane wing and jumping off.