Richard Ford Quotes

Someone ... tell us what's important, because we no longer know.

With imagination, you can put something where nothing was.

The question ‘Why poetry?’ isn’t asking what makes poetry unique among art forms; poetry may indeed ...

In their faces--plenty of them were handsome, but ruined--I've seen the remnants of who they almost ...

And I think that in myself (and perhaps evident in what I write) fear of loss and the corresponding ...

If loneliness is the disease, the story is the cure.

Something draws you... An impatience with your own ignorance.

America beats on you so hard the whole time. You are constantly being pummeled by other people's rig...

I had written all I was going to write, if the truth had been known, and there is nothing wrong with...

It was if we all sensed we'd be gone someday soon in a sudden instant--often it happened in the midd...

The saved moment is the true art of love.

Some things can't be explained. They just are. And after a while they disappear, usually forever, or...

It was as if they'd discovered something that had once been there but had gotten hidden or misunders...

My parents...were people running from the past, who didn't look back at much if they could help it, ...

She ordered a martini and encouraged me to, but said she couldn't drink it with her medication. She ...

He was like my father. They each wanted me to be their audience, to hear the things they needed to e...

Loneliness, I've read, is like being in a long line, waiting to reach the front where it's promised ...

I'm intrigued by how ordinary behavior exists so close beside its opposite.

Finally I do like best of all stories whose necessity is in the implied recognition that someplace o...

Our ex-wifes always harbour secrets about us that make them irresistable. Until, of course, we remem...

The kind of happy I was that day at the Vet when "Hawk" Dawson actually doffed his red "C" cap to me...

Humans generally get out the gist of what they need to say right at the beginning, then spend foreve...

Possibly in the lobby she saw someone who reminded her too much of herself (that can happen to inexp...

We do not, after all, deal in truths, only potentialities. Too much truth can be worse than death, a...

They may already know too much about their mother and father--nothing being more factual than divorc...

We are past the end of things now, but I don't want to leave.

For writers - even sportswriters - bad news is always easier than good, since it is, after all, more...

It is no loss to mankind when one writer decides to call it a day. When a tree falls in the forest, ...

People surprise you, Frank, with just how fuckin stupid they are.

What's friendship's realest measure?I'll tell you. The amount of precious time you'll squander on so...

Real mystery - the very reason to read (and certainly write) any book - was to them a thing to disma...

It's odd to imagine, of course: you pass a car on a lonely rural highway; you sit beside a man in a ...

Meeting a girl, falling in love, marrying her, moving to Connecticut, buying a fucking house, starti...

The longer they stayed on, and the better they knew each other, the better she at least could see th...

Dreaminess is, among other things, a state of suspended recognition, and a response to too much usel...

One of the down-side factors to living alone is that you sometimes get overly absorbed with how exac...

If you lose all hope, you can always find it again.

I know you can dream your way through an otherwise fine life, and never wake up, which is what I alm...