Charles D'Ambrosio Quotes & Sayings

She sighed. Ignatius, do you know what the opposite of love is?
Hate, I said.
Despair, Sister said. Despair is the opposite of love. — Charles D'Ambrosio

You want to find your self in the flow of time, miraculously relieved of your irrelevance . . . I saw the pursuit of historical beauty, the yearning for those higher essences other people had staked their lives on, as the hope for some kind of voice, a chance to join the chorus. I was mad for relevance, connection, some hint that I was not alone. I started scribbling in notebooks in part just so I'd have an excuse, a reason for sitting where I sat, an alibi for being by myself. — Charles D'Ambrosio

As long as you could fall farther you distinguished yourself from the fallen. Loss reinstated possibility, but possibility without hope. And perhaps this explains how all of us blithely — Charles D'Ambrosio

Meanwhile, back in the real world, my first instinct is a sort of stupid ducking motion I've learned from the movies, and I have the sure sense I'm going to be shot in the neck, where I feel particularly exposed and vulnerable. — Charles D'Ambrosio

The canker of self-consciousness has been long in me, so like a lot of writers I not only do a thing, I see myself doing it too - it's almost like not being alone. That morning our hero skipped in his skivvies down to the shore of the sea . . . it was dark . . . the fog . . . Storytelling! — Charles D'Ambrosio

My ideal life is a quiet one. I like to read, to sit still in the same chair, with the lampshade at a certain angle, alone, or with Meagan nearby, and now and then, if I'm lucky, I'll come across a lovely phrase or fine sentiment, look up from my book, and feel the harmony of some notion, the justice of it, and know that everything is there. That's life to me, those privately discovered moments. — Charles D'Ambrosio

Everything died off and disappeared in that silent way only an eon can absorb and keep secret. — Charles D'Ambrosio

Every fundamentalism focuses on end times, and Armageddon is, in a sense, a rhetorical trope, an emphatic and overwhelming conclusion, meant to wrap up and make tidy the mistaken wanderings of history. For a fundamentalist the end is one of the forms desire takes, a passion no different from lust or avarice, intense with longing and the need for fulfillment and relief. It's like they're horny for apocalypse. They get off on denouements, which partly explains why Hell House never amounted to much more than a series of murderous conclusions. It focused only on that part of a story where life finds itself fated. Inside every act a judgement was coiled. Real people with their ragged and uncertain lives, their stumbling desires, their bleak or blessed futures, would only break into the narrative, complicating the story, dragging it on endlessly. — Charles D'Ambrosio

We are more intimately bound to one another by our kindred doubts than our brave conclusions. — Charles D'Ambrosio

Really, I think among the many mistakes I've made over my life, one of them was caring so much about the short story. — Charles D'Ambrosio

it's nearly impossible to convey our deepest passions yet damned easy to share what's dullest and worst about ourselves. — Charles D'Ambrosio

Yeah, well, I wanted to be a screenwriter, and guess what? I am one. That's the other tragedy in life. — Charles D'Ambrosio

Folks double my age and older often run down a conversation tracking a vanishing world that will, with the passing of their memory, vanish entirely. — Charles D'Ambrosio

I've often thought that the unit of measure that best suits prose is the human breath — Charles D'Ambrosio

We shoot our heroes and enjoy peripeteia as a spectacle akin to sport and perhaps harshly disavowing the past protects us from the disappointment of our outsized hopes--who knows, really, but shifts in taste don't fully account for the phenomenon. At any rate, nearly everything urgent and alive becomes doo-wop down the road, at least in this country's pop culture, and along the way a somewhat self-hating irony lays waste not only to the work but to the desires it once carried. It's like we die into adulthood. — Charles D'Ambrosio

Where exactly do you put your hands on somebody who hurts everywhere? — Charles D'Ambrosio

In the short stories - if I can make a very lumpy contrast - in the short stories I feel like the lives of the people have a kind of prior desperation and a prior need and my longing is for the story and their lives to somehow come together, even if not finally or forever, to face something; and it felt like a lot of the time with the essays I was wading into situations where there was an assumption of finality of understanding, and I felt like I could wade into any understood moment and tear it apart and make it fall apart. — Charles D'Ambrosio

A good haunted house is about the utter collapse of our accidental differences, the uselessness of class, of gender, of education, of personal history, of all the distinctions we cobble together and call the self. Late enough at night none of this stuff protects you, not from the boogeyman. What's haunted or, more accurately, what's uncovered by terror, is the poor forked thing, and the agon of a haunted house isn't between God and Satan, or the righteous and the sinners, but rather between the self and annihilation. — Charles D'Ambrosio

We wake out of our dreams and wonder where the blood in our hands came from. — Charles D'Ambrosio

You all have stories, Sandy said. And we have secrets — Charles D'Ambrosio

her knees, which looked, in the faint blue light, as though they'd been carved by water from a bar of soap. — Charles D'Ambrosio

What kind of damage is done to our ability to love or understand and thus fully judge one another when daily we're encouraged to forget that people are people and view them instead as so much pasteboard, scenery, clutter, generalized instances (of murder, of rape, of embezzlement, etc.)? — Charles D'Ambrosio

Alone, you're vastly outnumbered; but in the company of another, by some weird miracle of human math, the odds seem wonderfully improved in your favor. — Charles D'Ambrosio

...the boy saw faces disinigrate before his eyes, faces that fell to pieces, then disappeared, leaving a hole. — Charles D'Ambrosio

One of the truths about suicide is that it's hardly ever about the future. It's the past the suicide can't face, and although disgrace appears to be the exception, the one instance where suicide seems to be about the future, even in Oedipus, it's her past Jocasta can't accept, once it's come to light. — Charles D'Ambrosio

It's hard to kill yourself by taking Tylenol. You die from liver failure, which takes a long time... — Charles D'Ambrosio

Being suicidal is really tiring. A lot of suicides are so lacking in affect and so lethargic that they aren't able to kill themselves until their mood improves - spring, for that reason, has the highest rate of what people in the business call "completed" suicides. — Charles D'Ambrosio