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The Other Possibility Was That There Was No Right Thing To Say, That The Choice Wasn't Between Right And Wrong But Between Wrong, More Wrong, And As Wrong As You Can Get.

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The Other Possibility Was

Richard Russo

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The Other Possibility Was That There Was No Right Thing To Say, That The Choice Wasn't Between Right And Wrong But Between Wrong, More Wrong, And As Wrong As You Can Get.

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I Don't Think There's A Shortage Of Material In The World. Or In My Head. I Just Pray For Continued Good Health, Because I've Got Other Stories To Tell.

I Think That If People Are Instructed About Anything, It Should Be About The Nature Of Cruelty. And About Why People Behave So Cruelly To Each Other. And What Kind Of Satisfactions They Derive From It. And Why There Is Always A Cost, And A Price To Be Paid.

After All, What Was The Whole Wide World But A Place For People To Yearn For Their Heart's Impossible Desires, For Those Desires To Become Entrenched In Defiance Of Logic, Plausibility, And Even The Passage Of Time, As Eternal As Polished Marble.

My Dad Had This Rock Hard Body And Would Work 12- To 13-hour Days. The Guys He Worked With Were Scrap-iron Guys. Nobody On That Road Crew Had Read A Book In 10 Years, But There Was Something About The Way They Lived I Really Admired.

Have You Ever Noticed That When People Use The Expression 'i Have To Say', What Follows Usually Needn't Be Said?

Since Her Retirement From Teaching Miss Beryl's Health Had In Many Respects Greatly Improved, Despite Her Advancing Years. An Eighth-grade Classroom Was An Excellent Place To Snag Whatever Was In The Air In The Way Of Illness. Also Depression, Which, Miss Beryl Believed, In Conjunction With Guilt, Opened The Door To Illness. Miss Beryl Didn't Know Any Teachers Who Weren't Habitually Guilty And Depressed-guilty They Hadn't Accomplished More With Their Students, Depressed That Very Little More Was Possible.

As I Drift Back Into Sleep, I Can't Help Thinking That It's A Wonderful Thing To Be Right About The World. To Weigh The Evidence, Always Incomplete, And Correctly Intuit The Whole, To See The World In A Grain Of Sand, To Recognize Its Beauty, Its Simplicity, Its Truth. It's As Close As We Get To God In This Life, And Reside In The Glow Of Such Brief Flashes Of Understanding, Fully Awake, Sometimes For Two Or Three Seconds, At Peace With Our Existence. And Then Back To Sleep We Go.

Structure Is One Of The Things That I Always Hope Will Reveal Itself To Me.

I Was Pretty Dead Set Against Ever Writing An Academic Novel. It's Always Been My View That There Are Already More Than Enough Academic Novels And That Most Of Them Aren't Any Good. Most Of Them Are Self-conscious And Bitter, The Work Of People Who Want To Settle Grudges.

That Afternoon I Came To Understand That One Of The Deepest Purposes Of Intellectual Sophistication Is To Provide Distance Between Us And Our Most Disturbing Personal Truths And Gnawing Fears.

If There's An Enduring Theme In My Work, It's Probably The Effects Of Class On American Life.

Steve Yarbrough's Safe From The Neighbors Will Take Your Breath Away. Ambitious, Funny, Sad, Smart, And Beautifully Crafted, It's Everything A Novel Should Be.

People Who Imagine Themselves To Be Self-made Seldom Enjoy Examining The Process Of Manufacture In Detail.

There Are A Great Many Sins In This World, None Of Them Original.

Odd That The Future Should Be So Difficult To Bring Into Focus When The Past, Uninvited, Offered Itself Up So Easily For Inspection.

I'll Tell You One Thing, Though. It's A Terrible Thing To Be A Disappointment To A Good Woman.

A Lot Of My Characters In All Of My Books Have A Self-destructive Urge. They'll Do Precisely The Thing That They Know Is Wrong, Take A Perverse Delight In Doing The Wrong Thing.

I Think A Lot Of What Is Going On With Kids Who Get Pushed Too Far And Attempt Either Murder Or Suicide Is That They Are Trying To Deal With Their Own Non-existence For The People Who Are Supposed To Care Most For Them.

I Can Be Glib And Truthful All At Once.

In The End It All Came Down To Companionship, To Friendship, To Sacrifice, To Compromise.

Whatever You're Working On, Take Small Bites. The Task Will Not Be Overwhelming If You Can Reduce It To Its Smallest Component.

They Stayed, Many Of Them, Because Staying Was Easier And Less Scary Than Leaving.

To Weigh And Evaluate A Vast Grid Of Information, Much Of It Meaningless, And To Arrive At Sensible, If Erroneous, Conclusions, Is A Skill Not To Be Sneezed At.

It's Possible To Overlook Character Flaws Of In-laws For The Simple Reason That You Feel Neither Responsible For Them Nor Genetically Implicated.

It's No Secret That In My Books I'm Trying To Make The Comic And The Serious Rub Up Against Each Other Just As Closely And Uncomfortably As I Can.

You Can't Possibly Judge Your Ability To Control Something Until You've Experienced The Extremes Of Its Capabilities. Do You Understand?

Was Anything In The World Truer Than That Intuitive Leap Of The Heart?

You Just Kind Of Have Faith. If That Sounds Kind Of Mystical, It's Because I Really Don't Know How It Works, But I Trust That It Does. I Try To Write The Way I Read, In Order To Find Out What Happens Next.

A Couple Years Ago, The Novelist Russell Banks Told Me He Was Reading The Ancient Greek Historian Herodotus. I Asked Why. He Said, 'because I've Always Wanted To And Am Tired Of Having My Reading Assigned.' I Thought It Was A Marvelous Declaration Of Independence.

People Sometimes Get In The Habit Of Being Loyal To A Mistake.

I Suppose All Writers Worry About The Well Running Dry.

To His Surprise, She Leaned Over And Kissed Him On The Forehead, A Kiss So Full Of Affection That It Dispelled The Awkwardness, Even As It Caused Miles' Heart To Plummet, Because All Kisses Are Calibrated, And This One Revealed The Great Chasm Between Affection And Love.

I Think The Darker Aspect Of My Fiction-or Anybody's Fiction-is By Its Very Nature Somehow Easier To Talk About.

I’ve Always Known That There’s More Going On Inside Me Than Finds Its Way Into The World, But This Is Probably True Of Everyone. Who Doesn’t Regret That He Isn’t More Fully Understood?

Some Authors Have A Very Hard Time Understanding That In Order To Be Faithful To The Spirit Of The Book, It's Almost Always Impossible To Remain Faithful To The Text. You Have To Make Changes.

Movies Have To Handle Time Very Efficiently. They're About Stringing Scenes Together In The Present. Novels Aren't Necessarily About That.

To Expect Reason Is Where The Fallacy Lies.

My God, He Couldn't Help Thinking, How Terrible It Is To Be That Age, To Have Emotions So Near The Surface That The Slightest Turbulence Causes Them To Boil Over. That, Very Simply, Was What Adulthood Must Be All About -- Acquiring The Skill To Bury Things More Deeply. Out Of Sight And, Whenever Possible, Out Of Mind.

Don't Even The Best And Most Fortunate Of Lives Hint At Other Possibilities, At A Different Kind Of Sweetness And, Yes, Bitterness Too? Isn't This Why We Can't Help Feeling Cheated, Even When We Know We Haven't Been?

Were It Not For Occam's Razor, Which Always Demands Simplicity, I'd Be Tempted To Believe That Human Beings Are More Influenced By Distant Causes Than Immediate Ones. This Would Especially Be True Of Overeducated People, Who Are Capable Of Thinking Past The Immediate, Of Becoming Obsessed By The Remote. It's The Old Stuff, The Conflicts We've Never Come To Terms With, That Sneaks Up On Us, Half Forgotten, Insisting Upon Action.

I Read Pretty Voraciously. If It's Good, I Don't Care What It Is.

I'm Not An Easy Man. I Can Be An Entertaining One, Though It's Been My Experience That Most People Don't Want To Be Entertained. They Want To Be Comforted.

Not Everyone Writes Well From A Child's Point Of View.

I Want That Which Is Hilarious And That Which Is Heartbreaking To Occupy The Same Territory In The Book Because I Think They Very Often Occupy The Same Territory In Life, Much As We Try To Separate Them.

Sleep Is Over-rated. Have You Ever Noticed How It's Always Recommended To People Anybody With Half A Brain Can See Need To Wake Up?

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Worse, I Have To Admit To Feeling The Jealousy Of One Crab For Another That Has Managed To Climb Out Of The Barrel.

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He'd Discovered That His Memories Of That Summer Were Like Bad Movie Montages - Young Lovers Tossing A Frisbee In The Park, Sharing A Melting Ice-cream Cone, Bicycling Along The River, Laughing, Talking, Kissing, A Sappy Score Drowning Out The Dialogue Because The Screenwriter Had No Idea What These Two People Might Say To Each Other.

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The Other Possibility Was That There Was No Right Thing To Say, That The Choice Wasn't Between Right And Wrong But Between Wrong, More Wrong, And As Wrong As You Can Get.

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...aware, As Always, That The Truth Isn't Much Of Substitute For A Good Answer.

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Where Was The Middle Ground Between A Sense Of Adventure And Just Plain Sense?

Bookstores, Like Libraries, Are The Physical Manifestation Of The Wide World's Longest, Most Thrilling Conversation.

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Knowing And Knowing What To Do About It Were Two Different Things.

"if You Paid Me For Work," Continued Max, Whose Rhetoric Was More Sophisticated Than You Might Expect From A Man With Food In His Beard, "i Wouldn't Have To Feel Worthless. There's Not Law Says Old People Have To Feel Worthless All The While, You Know. You Paid Me, I'd Have Some Dignity." Now It Was Mile's Turn To Nod And Smile Agreeably. "i Think The Dignity Ship Set Sail A Long Time Ago, Dad."

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I Was The One Who Did Come Through That Door. You Were The One She Was Waiting For.

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