12 Quotes & Sayings By James Sallis

James Sallis is the author of twenty-two novels, including Conversations with God, Gilead, and the best-selling novel The Hunters. He founded the Center for Fiction at Stony Brook Southampton in 1998, and lectured on writing at Stony Brook Southampton since that time. He is currently a professor at the University of Massachusetts Amherst.

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Mostly what you lose with time, in memory, is the specificity of things, their exact sequence. It all runs together, becomes a watery soup. Portmanteau days, imploded years. Like a bad actor, memory always goes for effect, abjuring motivation, consistency, good sense. James Sallis
Rina’s always claimed that I expect too little from life,...
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Rina’s always claimed that I expect too little from life, ” Standard said.“ Then at least you’ll never be disappointed. James Sallis
Why’d you call, boy? What did you want from me?
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Why’d you call, boy? What did you want from me?"" The company of a friend, I think."" Always a cheap treat. James Sallis
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What’d you need?"" Desuetude."" Reading again, are we? Could be dangerous. It means to become unaccustomed to. As in something gets discontinued, falls into disuse."" Thanks, man."" That it?"" Yeah, but we should grab a drink sometime. James Sallis
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The dam of my eyes broke, and tears flooded the land. James Sallis
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What are any of our lives but the shapes we force them into. Memory doesn't come to us of its own; we go after it, pull it into sunlight and make of it what we need, what we're driven towards, what we imagine, changing the world again and again with each new quarry, each descent, each morning. James Sallis
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This is what people are talking about when they use words like grace. That moment, that morning, came vividly back to him whenever he thought of it. But soon suspicion set in. He understood well enough that life by very definition is upset, movement, agitation. James Sallis
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I was coming up on a cross street when a man wearing a filthy suit stepped out from around the corner of the building ahead and directly into my path. Bent with age, he turned bleak red eyes to me and stared. Pressed with his chest to both hands he carried a paperback book as soiled and bereft as his suit. Are you one of the real ones or not? he demanded. And after a moment, when I failed to answer, he walked on, resuming his sotto voce conversation. A chill passed through me. Somehow, indefinably, I felt, felt with the kind of baffled, tacit understanding that we have in dreams , that I had just glimpsed one possible future self. . James Sallis
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Here we raise his children for him, cook for him, bring up his crops, butcher his hogs - even fight his wars for him - and he still won't acknowledge our existence. James Sallis
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We can make up for our actions. But for our inactions, what we fail to do ... James Sallis
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Drinking also maroons you without provisions on the island of self. Like most other promises it makes, alcohol's vow of kinship, that it will bridge your life to others, smooth the way, proves false. Fooled again: you're alone. James Sallis