Brandon Beck PhD

“Bougainvillea bloomed on their porch like a discarded prom dress.”
― Andrew Sean Greer, Less

“Here, all this time, Less thought he was merely a bad writer. A bad lover, a bad friend, a bad son. Apparently the condition is worse; he is bad at being himself.”
― Andrew Sean Greer, Less

“Arthur, I look at you, and I still see that boy on the beach with the red toenails. Not at first, but my eyes adjust. I see that twenty-one-year-old boy in Mexico. I see that young man in a hotel room in Rome. I see the young writer holding his first book. I look at you, and you’re young. You’ll always be that way for me. But not for anyone else. Arthur, people who meet you now will never be able to imagine you young. They can never go any further back than fifty. It isn’t all bad. It means now people will think you were always a grown-up. They’ll take you seriously. They don’t know that you once spent an entire dinner party babbling about Nepal when you meant Tibet.”
― Andrew Sean Greer, Less

“one million furious you didn’t call for sex, but only five actually available to meet you.”
― Andrew Sean Greer, Less