Michael Chabon
Michael Chabon
Michael Chabonis an American novelist and short story writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth24 May 1963
CountryUnited States of America
paper salvation said
See you in the funny papers," he said. Jaunty, he reminded himself; always jaunty. In my panache is their hope for salvation.
children believe ambition
We are accustomed to repeating the cliché, and to believing, that 'our most precious resource is our children.' But we have plenty of children to go around, God knows, and as with Doritos, we can always make more. The true scarcity we face is practicing adults, of people who know how marginal, how fragile, how finite their lives and their stories and their ambitions really are but who find value in this knowledge, even a sense of strange comfort, because they know their condition is universal, is shared.
night ruins burritos
My Saturday Night. My Saturday night is like a microwave burrito. Very tough to ruin something that starts out so bad to begin with.
baseball loss games
Mr. Feld was right; life was like baseball, filled with loss and error, with bad hops and wild pitches, a game in which even champions lost almost as often as they won, and even the best hitters were put out seventy percent of the time.
girl drunk fool
Drunk, Jane spoke as though she were Nancy Drew. I was a fool for a girl with a dainty lexicon.
memories believe feelings
A story begins with this nebulous feeling that’s hard to get a hold of and you’re testing your feelings and assumptions, testing what you believe. They end up turning into keepsakes and mementos –like amber in which a memory gets trapped.
nice spring heart
It was nice standing out in the darkness, in the damp grass, with spring coming on and a feeling in my heart of imminent disaster.
perfect perception half
... and because it was a drunken perception, it was perfect, entire, and lasted about half a second.
father historic lows
The handy thing about being a father is that the historic standard is so pitifully low.
museums canvas bedroom
There was something unmistakably exultant about the mess that Rosa had made. Her bedroom-studio was at once the canvas, journal, museum, and midden of her life. She did not “decorate” it; she infused it.
ideas feels-just long
He had no idea of how long his life would one day seem to have gone on; how daily present the absence of love would come to feel. “Just watch me,” he said.
sadness black-and-white two
The two dozen commonplace childhood photographs - snowsuit, pony, tennis racket, looming fender of a Dodge - were an inexhaustible source of wonder for him, at her having existed before he met her, and of sadness for his possessing nothing of the ten million minutes of that black-and-white scallop-edged existence save these few proofs.
pairs steel locks
Only love could pick a nested pair of steel Bramah locks.
age matter golden
Every golden age is as much a matter of disregard as of felicity.