Quotes from Robert Goolrick

Why is it that, as we lose our loveliness, the sheen of youth, we lose possibility as well? We acquire, but more is vanished than is given, and nothing makes up for the loss of the swallows at the Sherry, or the Victoria diamond, or the nights at Area when your booted feet ground the glass phials of amyl nitrate into the dance floor.

Play the hand you have, Antonio, that's all anybody expects. And it's a pretty good hand." "I'm

It was just a story about despair.

Play the hand you have, Antonio, that's all anybody expects.

If you had been there you would not have noticed. You would not have noticed you own stillness in this thin slice of time. But, if you had been there and you had, in some unfathomable way, recorded the stillness, taken a negative of it as the glass plate receives the light, to be developed later, you would have known, when the thought, the recollection was finally developed, that this was the moment it began. The clock ticked. The hour struck. Everything moved again. The train was late.

She believed in the miraculous. Or she had, until she reached an age when, all of a sudden, she realized that the life she was living was, in fact, her life. The clay of her being, so long infinitely malleable, had been formed, hardened into what now seemed a palpable, unchanging object, a shell she inhabited.

He was drowsy. "I hope, I hope in my heart, that the fire is out. It burned too hot.

He would move from city to city as he had always done, using people, soiling them like sheets and walking away, to find fresh faces and new diversions.

She ran to the window to catch every sunset, each one a miracle, different every day, entrancing long after darkness had sucked the last ounce of color out of the indigo sky.

It seems to me that every thing in the light and air ought to be happy, Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave let him know he has enough. Catherine

Their exotic splendor transported Ralph and Catherine into their own Xanadu, a place that was wholly and entirely the kingdom of their own desires. Seamstresses

If love drove people mad, what would lack of love do?

It's a sad thing to watch your best friend turn into somebody you don't know anymore. Or even want to know.

Such things happen.

If you don't receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it.