That was in Crescent City, California, up near the Oregon border. I left soon after. But today I was thinking of that place, of Crescent City, and of how I was trying out a new life there with my wife, and how, in the barber's chair that morning, I had made up my mind to go. I was thinking today about the calm I felt when I closed my eyes and let the barber's fingers move through my hair, the sweetness of those fingers, the hair already starting to grow.
Raymond CarverWe knew our days were numbered. We had fouled up our lives and we were getting ready for a shake-up.
Raymond CarverSomethingโs died in me,โ she goes. โIt took a long time for it to do it, but itโs dead. Youโve killed something, just like youโd took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.
Raymond CarverIn the beginning, when I was trying to write, I couldnt turn off the outside world to the extent that I can now.
Raymond CarverWhen a reader finishes a wonderful story and lays it aside, he should have to pause for a minute and collect himself.
Raymond CarverIt's possible, in a poem or short story, to write about commonplace things and objects using commonplace but precise language, and to endow those thingsโa chair, a window curtain, a fork, a stone, a woman's earringโwith immense, even startling power.
Raymond CarverThat was in Crescent City, California, up near the Oregon border. I left soon after. But today I was thinking of that place, of Crescent City, and of how I was trying out a new life there with my wife, and how, in the barber's chair that morning, I had made up my mind to go. I was thinking today about the calm I felt when I closed my eyes and let the barber's fingers move through my hair, the sweetness of those fingers, the hair already starting to grow.
Raymond Carver