harpfromhell > harpfromhell's Quotes

“Sure the world breeds monsters, but kindness grows just as wild...”
― Mary Karr, The Liars' Club

“For me, everything's too much and nothing's enough.”
― Mary Karr, Lit

“If you lie to your husband - even about something so banal as how much you drink - each lie is a brick in a wall going up between you, and when he tells you he loves you, it's deflected away.”
― Mary Karr, Lit

“Such a small, pure object a poem could be, made of nothing but air a tiny string of letters, maybe small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. But it could blow everybody's head off.”
― Mary Karr, Lit

“Memoir is not an act of history but an act of memory, which is innately corrupt.”
― Mary Karr

“No road offers more mystery than that first one you mount from the town you were born to, the first time you mount it of your own volition, on a trip funded by your own coffee tin of wrinkled up dollars - bills you've saved and scrounged for, worked the all-night switchboard for, missed the Rolling Stones for, sold fragrant pot with smashed flowers going brown inside twist-tie plastic baggies for. In fact, to disembark from your origins, you've done everything you can think to scrounge money save selling your spanking young pussy.”
― Mary Karr, Cherry

“Even the best of us are at least part-time bastards.”
― Mary Karr

“Born on third base, my daddy always said of the well off, and they think they hit a home run.”
― Mary Karr, Lit

“The trick in that town was getting through a night at all without stalling in the sludge of your own thoughts.”
― Mary Karr, Cherry

“Every day I feel more like some defeated matador limping out of the arena after I've been gored, or like some general coming back from a long battle.”
― Mary Karr, Cherry