Quotes from Robert Coover

Their wedding night was in all truth a thing of beauty: the splendor of the celebrations, the hushed intimacy of a private walk under the cryptic light of a large moon, the unexpected delight discovered in the reflection of a candle's flicker in a decanter of aged wine, finally the silent weeping in each other's arms through a night that seemed infinite in its innumerable dimensions.

Le piccole cose di ogni giorno, le sue banali mansioni, pensa mentre si prepara ai compiti mattutini, le forniranno tutto ciò di cui ha bisogno, spazio per negare se stessa, una strada per avvicinarla quotidianamente a Dio.

It was down in Jake's old barroom Behind the Patsies' park; Jake was settin' 'em up as usual And the night was agittin' dark. At the bar stood ole Verne Mackenzie, And his eyes was bloodshot red

Message of the Legalists: without law, power lost its shape.

No matter how much sunlight and fresh air she lets in, there's always this dark little pocket of lingering night which she has to uncover.

Maybe it all went back to the days when games were decided, not by the best score in nine innings, but by the first team to score twenty-one runs

History my god. An incurable diarrhea of dead immortals.

In a way, Sandy did them a disservice, provided them with dreams and legends that blocked off their perception of the truth.

It's not even a lesson. It's just what it is." Damon holds the baseball up between them. It is hard and white and alive in the sun.

Some have contended that it was America's love of pie-throwing that led the nation to develop the atomic bomb. This may or may not be true, but certainly it does help explain the country's current panic over the possible proliferation of the bombs to unfriendly nations: it's a cardinal rule of the act that one custard pie leads to another, and he who throws one must sooner or later face one coming from the other direction.

American baseball, by luck, trial, and error, and since the famous playing rules council of 1889, had struck on an almost perfect balance between offense and defense, and it was that balance, in fact, that and the accountability—the beauty of the records system which found a place to keep forever each least action—that had led Henry to baseball as his final great project.

Qué quiere decir felices por siempre jamás, después de todo, sino una caída en lo ordinario, en la debilidad humana, acumulando desesperación, una caída de muerte?

Shitfire, parson! And I mean thet sincerely!

Whatever happened to Gloomy Gus of the Chicago Bears?

We need myths to get by. We need story; otherwise the tremendous randomness of experience overwhelms us. Story is what penetrates.