Quotes from Keith Donohue

Whatever had made those marks seemed to have come out of the water.

He put his life on hold as he waited for his life to begin.

Everybody is on something these days. It's a racket. Overprescribing, masking the problem.

Pretty soon he would be stronger than she was, and bigger, some real violence in his fist. The day was coming when the ordinary demons of adolescence would wrestle with his private devils, and it could be a hell.

Once I learned to read, I could not imagine my life otherwise.

Love makes us do wicked things.

October proved a riot a riot to the senses and climaxed those giddy last weeks before Halloween.

Write it down, boy. If you come across a passage in your reading that you'd like to remember, write it down in your little book; then you can read it again, memorize it, and have it whenever you wish.

Once I learned to read, I could not imagine my life otherwise.

As I let go of the past, the past let go of me.

I am gone and am not coming back, but I remember everything.

The children will need new stories and fairy tales to see them through their nightmares and daydreams, to transfigure their sorrows and fears at not being able to remain children forever.

It's only a story.' As if such words made it less real. But I did not believe him even then, for stories were written down, and the words on the page were proof enough. Fixed and permanent in time, the words, if anything, made the people and places more real than the everchanging world.

I followed her into the library. The pale light from our chamber below dissipated in the room, but I could still make out – my heart leapt at the sight – row after row, shelf above shelf, floor to ceiling, a city of books. Speck turned to me and asked, Now, what shall we read first?

To lose one's name is the beginning of forgetting.

I beg you to understand and accept that no matter what name, I am what I am.

Between the covers a book can be a sin. I have spent many hours in search of a waking dream. And once having learned to read, I couldn't imagine my life otherwise. The indifferent children around me didn't share my enthusiasm for the written word. Some might sit for a good story while told, but if a book had no pictures they showed scant interest.

Memory, which so confounds our waking life with anticipation and regret, may well be our one earthly consolation when time slips out of joint.

Love makes us do wicked things.

I would not want to be a child again, for a child exists in uncertainty and danger. Our flesh and blood, we cannot help but fear for them, as we hope for them to make their way in this life.

Allure goes beyond appearances to the way they grace the world. Some women propel themselves by means of an internal gyroscope. Others glide through life as if on ice skates. Some women convey their tortured lives through their eyes; others encircle you in the music of their laughter.

Imaginary friends often leave without warning.

The flickering candlelight conspired with the silence, and we only interrupted each other's reading to share a casual delight.

Some times our thoughts and dreams are more real than the rest of our experience and at other momentsthat which happens to us overshadows anything we might imagine.