Michael Chabon
Michael Chabon
Michael Chabonis an American novelist and short story writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth24 May 1963
CountryUnited States of America
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.
dog heart black
That's a big trunk," James said, as we jammed in the leathery old case that looked so much like the black heart of some leviathan. "It fits a tuba, three suitcases, a dead dog, and a garment bag almost perfectly." "That's just what they used to say in the ads," I said...
love-you clouds sitting
That evening I rode downtown on an unaccountably empty bus, sitting in the last row. At the front I saw a thin cloud of smoke rising around the driver’s head. ‘Hey, bus driver,’ I said. ‘Can I smoke?’ ‘May I,’ said the bus driver. ‘I love you,’ I said.
heart broken lust
My heart was simultaneously broken and filled with lust, I was exhausted, and I loved every minute of it. It was strange and elating to find myself for once the weaker.
adventure men long
All male friendships are essentially quixotic: they last only so long as each man is willing to polish the shaving-bowl helmet, climb on his donkey, and ride off after the other in pursuit of illusive glory and questionable adventure.
lying heart firsts
But the first lie in the series is the one you make with the greatest trepidation and the heaviest heart.
trying moments failing
Every Messiah fails, the moment he tries to redeem himself.
belief ruined again-and-again
No; he could be ruined again and again by hope, but he would never be capable of belief.
son cutting ideas
I don't care what is written," Meyer Landsman says. "I don't care what supposedly got promised to some sandal-wearing idiot whose claim to fame is that he was ready to cut his own son's throat for the sake of a hare-brained idea. I don't care about red heifers and patriarchs and locusts. A bunch of old bones in the sand. My homeland is in my hat. It's in my ex-wife's tote bag.
mistake great-love terrible
... But he believed that every great love was in some measure a terrible mistake.
song jukebox needs
I said, “I need to hear something that’s going to save my life.” Re: Selecting songs from a jukebox.
morning home destiny
I’d spent my whole life waiting to awake on an ordinary morning in the town that was destined to be my home, in the arms of the woman I was destined to love, knowing the people and doing the work that would make up the changing but essentially invariable landscape of my particular destiny.