Quotes from Ivan Doig

The nature of love is that it catches you off-guard, subjects you to rules you have never faced, some of them contradictory.

Life is mostly freehand.

Childhood is the one story that stands by itself in every soul.

The spaces between stars are where the work of the universe is done.

Life is mostly freehand.

I thought again what an achievement a book is, a magic box simultaneously holding the presence of the author and the wonders of the world.

We count by years, but we live by days.

Even when it stands vacant the past is never empty.

My books already threatened to take over my part of the room and keep on going . . . whatever cargoes of words I could lay my hands on I gave safe harbor.

Life is a zigzag journey, they say, not much straight and easy on the way, but the wrinkles in the map, explorers know, smooth out like magic at the end of where we go.

There is more time than there is expanse of the world and so any voyage at last will end.

For as long as there are men and women, some things in life will best be done arm in arm, and strolling in a flower garden is one.

Life is wide. There's room to take a new run at it.

What is Imagination but mental mischief of a kind, and why can't the youngster protectively occupy himself with invention of that sort before maturity works him over?

What scrunched under our overshoes as we trudged through the stubble of the grainfield was the nasty mix of moistureless snow and windblown dirt that we called "snirt.

There are so goddamn many ways to be a fool a man can't expect to avoid them all.

Every soldier in the course of time exists only in the breath of written word.

The nature of love is that it catches you off-guard, subjects you to rules you have never faced, some of them contradictory.

Believe me, I have looked this up, and the roots of fate and faith are not the same. Nonetheless, I picked up my wicker suitcase to follow Herman the German into the Old Faithful Inn.

Anyone who grows up around farm animals cannot side with a wolf in the long clash of things. But you can be against tormenting any creature.

Nightly awaits that sweet address Principality of Sleep Happy Land of Forgetfullness

What a wealth we are granted, in the books that carry the best in us through time.

Men and women are hard ore, we do not go to slag in a mere few seasons of forge.

Provider of moonbeams when I wanted full illumination.