Brian Allen Carr > Quotes

“I guess the best part of music is that there's not much unknown. Especially in country, because it's always someone leaving or dying or drinking or fighting or loving the United States or talking about God, and the music's simple mostly.”
― Brian Allen Carr, Vampire Conditions

“Ifs are just wishes we should keep to ourselves”
― Brian Allen Carr, Motherfucking Sharks

“It’s weird how some things you remember and some things you forget. And it’s weird how you don’t get to decide. You can’t trim away things from your brain that you wish weren’t there, and you can’t dig out the memories that seem lost forever. Your brain shows you what it wants you to see. Your mind is totally at its mercy.”
― Brian Allen Carr, Opioid, Indiana

“At the window, with it open, as rain sang across the land once dry, so the rain slipped in threads of current down cracks and toward the lows, the man wiped his glasses free of spray—beads that had hit the sill and splattered at him. He cleared his throat, put the glasses back on, picked up a cigarette weaving smoke into the pale-yellow room—a light cast by a single bulb dangling above the kitchen table from a cord, makeshift. “Would you say,” said the man now ashing his cigarette, smoke staining his words, his eyes toward the rain, “that I am very brave?” He then looked at the woman, wrapped in a blanket, her eyes tight against the chill, her body frail with age and labor, her hair winced gray by days. She tightened the blanket across her shoulders, leaned against a wall—faded white paint, cracked and spotting. “These days?” she said, and looked now at the rain, sighed as if she knew it only came to wash her off the land, to hoist their home from its foundation in a torrent toward the death of it—nature ravaging its boards and bones to splinters and shingles and scraps and refuse that would toss wildly in the breath of flood until it came to rest unrecognizable. She closed her eyes. Turned from the man. “I wouldn’t even call you handsome.”
― Brian Allen Carr, The Shape of Every Monster Yet to Come

“I’d rather it be ice cream.”
― Brian Allen Carr, Motherfucking Sharks