Quotes from Kem Nunn

If someone doesn't care about himself, you begin to lose interest after a while.

Every man is on earth to symbolize something he is ignorant of.

People want miracles. Sometimes the only miracle is, I take your hand. That's the miracle." A

But then her stubbornness was connected to her strength, he supposed, and her strength was one of the things about her that he most admired.

It was a little like having religion. The world was a more interesting place if there was more to it than met the eye.

History is coming for the empire.

We are dreamers, shouting out in our sleep, pilgrims lost in a forest of symbols where no man can say with certainty who he is.

Chance imagined himself no stranger to the machinations by which people went about establishing the architecture of their own imprisonment, the citadels from whose basement windows one might on occasion hear their cries. Like Houdini, we construct the machinery of our entrapment from which we must finally escape or die.

As far as he knew, no one in his family had turned out normal yet and he didn't see why he should be the first.

We get the place on the right swell, surfing it is one thing, getting good shots is something else. You get fog up there. You get rain. You get clouds. The light is shit. Harmon knows that too. That's why he asked for you. Radical conditions, a narrow window. You better have somebody who can get the shot. His problem is, he thinks you're still the one.

The steps a man takes from the day of his birth until that of his death trace in time an inconceivable figure.

You might get Yahweh and burning bushes.

A lifetime of yearning unwound before him like some lost and endless highway.

A willingness to go against the conventional wisdom was one of the side effects of looking at the world in a particular light.

That West was long gone, the West of the imagination.

And he had wondered if it would end that way for him too - one more ragged pilgrim on the road toward some bankrupt enlightenment, endlessly sorting information while the truth rolled on, untouched, beneath his very nose.

This is the new frontier up here. You know that, don't you. Undiscovered country.

She was staring out a window and he was taken, as he had been in the bookstore, by her length and line.

He guessed he could see now, in the darkness of this room, with this new place throbbing around him, how going back could be like dying. It was the first time he had seen it that way; and from that angle, the betrayal was somehow not so huge.

He was aware of the pulse in her wrist, warm against the heel of his palm. He was aware of his desire, taking him by the throat.

Words are what I have and it's the words as words that interest me.

Guilt was for lesser men. A sign of weakness.

No one gets out of here alive.

He had come to a place of great beauty but it had taken the waves and the act of riding them to grant him communion.