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Michael Chabon Quotes

Michael Chabon quotes about him

American Author May 24, 1963

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Bina rolls her eyes, hands on her hips, glances at the door. Then she comes over and drops her bag and plops down beside him. How many times, he wonders, can she have enough of him, already, and still have not quite enough? Michael Chabon
His bit of pencil turned up in the seat pocket of his short trousers, but as the search for the pad continued without issue a crease appeared in the boy's domed brow. He patted himself up and down until filaments of honey floss formed between his fingertips and pockets, coating him in a gossamer down. The old man watched helpless as the boy, with mounting agitation, spun threads of loss from his palms and fingertips. Michael Chabon
[His coat] emitted an odor of bus station so desolate that just standing next to him you could feel you luck changing for the worse. Michael Chabon
I didn't want to be left alone with Timothy, not because I was afraid of him but because I was afraid that somebody would come into the office and see us sitting there, two matching rejects in matching orange chairs. Michael Chabon
We figure he must have let him out. The perpetrator, I mean. He's blind and we figure he just wandered off and maybe got run over."The perpetrator."No, the dog. Michael Chabon
I HAD known him as a bulldozer, as a samurai, as an android programmed to kill, as Plastic Man and Titanium Man and Matter-Eater Lad, as a Buick Electra, as a Peterbilt truck, and even, for a week, as the Mackinac Bridge, but it was as a werewolf that Timothy Stokes finally went too far. Michael Chabon
He was a fugitive, lurking soul, James Leer. He didn't belong anywhere, but things went much better for him in places where nobody belonged. Michael Chabon

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