Quotes About Chabon

People keep saying, 'Oh, you're getting all these great reviews, that must make you really happy.' I guess it does, but mostly it's just a relief.

His coat] emitted an odor of bus station so desolate that just standing next to him you could feel your luck changing for the worse.

He looked like a man dangerously addicted to the correction of mistaken people.

the Mandrill with his multicolored wonder ass that he used to bedazzle opponents.

there was a general impression of imminent catastrophe and red lipstick.

You know I have no patience with nonsense, said the Northeast's leading wholesaler of chattering windup mandibles.

Just to spite himself, because spiting himself, spiting others, spiting the world is the pastime and only patrimony of Landsman and his people.

Life blew in gusts from the hole in the side of the elephant with a rank smell and a comic flatulence.

So you were going to shoot him," Dick says. "That's some badass fucking therapy, you guys. Damn! Strict Freudian, huh?

hot-water tanks, lashed to one another with straps of steel like comrades in a doomed adventure.

burned off their mutual contempt by abusing the counter help. My

I wrote a fan e-mail to Michael Chabon.

It is unusual for Joe to be that way, but that's what interested me.

I love Richard Yates, his work, and the novel, Revolutionary Road. It's a devastating novel.

I don't mean to make a big deal out of sobriety, by the way. Of all the modes of human consciousness available to the modern consumer I consider it to be the most overrated.