People regard art too highly, and history not enough

Nearly everything seems a letdown after a writer has finished writing something.

I've always been slow but I'm even slower now. I'm more into the waiting, or I guess I'm more patient about the waiting.

The excitement of anticipation was *almost* equal to the thrill of lovemaking.

I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice. Not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God. I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.

. . .There are moments when time does stop. We must be alert enough to notice such moments . . .

You think you have a memory; but it has you!