“The twentieth century has built up a powerful set of intellectual shortcuts and devices that help us defend ourselves against moments when clouds suddenly appear to think.”
Charles Baxter“[T]he astonishing purity of pain, how it will not be mixed with any other sensation.”
Charles Baxter“Everybody should read something. Otherwise we all fall down into the pit of ignorance. Many are down there. Some people fall in it forever. Their lives mean nothing. They should not exist. (From the short story, "Charity".)”
Charles Baxter“If you want to see the consequences of ideas, write a story. If you want to see the consequences of belief, write a story in which somebody is acting on the ideas or beliefs that she has. ”
Charles Baxter“When I'm writing, I'm waiting to see somebody, and I'm waiting to hear them. It's almost like conjuring spirits out of the air, using your own imaginative instability.”
Charles Baxter“At least with pets, and for all I know, people too, intelligence and quick-wittedness have nothing to do with a talent for being loved, or being kind, nothing at all, less than nothing.”
Charles Baxter, The Feast of Love“You know, very few people really want to become individuals," he says. "People claim they do, but they don't. They want to retain the invisibility of childhood anonymity forever. But that's not possible except in a police state. In an ordinary life, you have to become yourself.”
Charles Baxter, The Soul Thief“The point is that although love may die, what is said on its behalf cannot be consumed by the passage of time, and forgiveness is everything.”
Charles Baxter, The Soul Thief“In truth, there are only two realities: the one for people who are in love or love each other, and the one for people who are standing outside all that.”
Charles Baxter, The Feast of Love“Forget art. Put your trust in ice cream.”
Charles Baxter, The Feast of Love“As the poet says, all happy couples are alike, it's the unhappy ones who create the stories. I'm no longer a story. Happiness has made me fade into real life.”
Charles Baxter, The Feast of Love