Crain Quotes & Sayings

It's a question of wanting to know how the story turns out. And one can only know that about one story, ever. — Caleb Crain

There is something to be said for rain, the sharing of an intimate caress with the leaves, blades of grass and all the living and the dead creatures to remind us we are connected.~Lyn Crain — Lyn Crain

Jacob thought about going home. He still had some American change, which he kept in an empty matchbox in his sock drawer, and one night, after he had finished his pancakes and jam, he took the coins out, spread them on the kitchen table, and admired the burnt sienna patina of one of the pennies, which in the candlelight was iridescent with violet and green where people's touch had salted it. The portrait of Lincoln was ugly and noble, and Jacob took off his glasses to look more closely. On the other side, an erratic line of shrubbery was engraved beside the Lincoln monument's steps. The idealism seemed to be in Lincoln rather than in the coin's design, which was homely. It was so homely, in fact, that there was a kind of democratic grandeur to it. It was the most beautiful currency in the world. Jacob was on the verge of tears. — Caleb Crain

Since he had given up men he had taken up geography. He visited a new sight or a new neighborhood nearly every weekend. — Caleb Crain

They're very keen on disillusioning young women at British universities, you know, I suppose to make us resigned and grateful later on. — Caleb Crain

Inspiration surrounds us, the creation is our responsibility as artists.-Lyn Crain — Lyn Crain

In Rome the statues, in Paris the paintings, and in Prague the buildings suggest that pleasure can be an education. — Caleb Crain

It was a mistake to think that in the new world they would be able to care in the old way. In the new world you had to find something of value and learn not to care for it. You had to learn how to sell it. — Caleb Crain

Poetry in the darkest realm of my mind, blossoms into creations late at night when it is only me of the human kind and my felines sleeping just out of my sight. — Lyn Crain

And suddenly it was all too much for him. He felt sad and misplaced, with the abrupt, overwhelming, dizzying sadness that comes over people in countries not their own, which has none of the richness of feeling that usually comes with sadness but is rather a kind of exhaustion. — Caleb Crain

What if his ambitions was just a name he gave to a kind of conformity, and he was going back because he wasn't brave enough to live a life that wasn't expected of him, a life so far from any road that there wouldn't be any signposts or milestones? — Caleb Crain

No radio, no telephone," Melinda observed. "No mod cons whatsoever in Hloubetin, are there."
"We have a hamster," Jacob said.
"Not traditionally considered an amenity. — Caleb Crain

Everyday life continues during a love affair. — Caleb Crain

They sat talking naked so often and so long perhaps because they liked to be able to read the whole opalescent page of each other at once. — Caleb Crain

By its nature a relationship was not an accomplishment. It was just a connection that happened to exist, for as long as it did exist. — Caleb Crain

Everyone likes to say they're tolerant. — Caleb Crain

The beer was cheap, the fiddling sharp, and the dancing sweaty. — Caleb Crain

Young children are developing more of an artistic orientation, and the orientation they develop is so naturally graceful and lively that many great artists have said that they constantly try to recapture it. — William Crain

Like capitalism," Carl suggested. "'We'll give you so much pleasure, you'll never want to try another socioeconomic system. — Caleb Crain

I suppose it does come with a certain responsibility."
"What does?" asked Annie.
"The magnificence of my person."
"Gah. — Caleb Crain

Difficult times are sharpeners for the mind — Ela Crain

It's very strange to be completely naked in public," said Jacob. "It isn't something Americans ordinarily do."
"I can't say it's very English, either," replied Henry.
"It's a Scottish thing, though, isn't it? With all the kilts and all that. — Caleb Crain

The worse one sins, the more of a moralist one becomes. — Caleb Crain

- Is it pleasing to you? Milo asked.
- It's excellent. We have to come back.
- But we are here now. — Caleb Crain

But what are they?" Annie asked.
"An omphalos, probably," said Jacob.
"A what, dear?" Melinda asked.
"A bellybutton of the world."
"I didn't know it had one. — Caleb Crain

They're ruining the city, aren't they," remarked Rafe. "The backpackers. — Caleb Crain

Because the air was bright and fresh, the ground beneath them empty, and both of them young, it was possible to imagine that either of them could become anything he wanted. — Caleb Crain

Regular stretching makes your movements more sensuous and fluid. — Susan Crain Bakos

Jacob opened the refrigerator and stared into it vacantly, with the false purposefulness that lingers for a few moments when a person of a solitary nature is released from the company of a strong personality. — Caleb Crain

Overhead lights flickered on and off.
"It is closing soon," Markus explained.
"Now is what I call tiger time. The great beasts pad about, eyeing one another, trying to make up their minds at last. — Caleb Crain

I just remembered. My hamster is loose."
"Is that a thing to say to a nice girl? — Caleb Crain

Good listeners always hear something novel — Ela Crain

The best endings never end; they begin — Ela Crain

It is perhaps necessary for something dear to be lost."
"Why?"
"Perhaps it is necessary to the making of a story. A story after all is a way of remembering love. — Caleb Crain

I wish our brains could 'hunger', like our tummies do — Ela Crain

Would you fancy a shag?"
"Is that like a scrum?"
"It could be. — Caleb Crain

There was a time when I was a wee one in age, life was happening. Good or bad, it was my stage. Now that I am older, I realize only I can write the page before life ends and I will have lost the chance to engage. — Lyn Crain

He was in the flow of time now. He was in a story. — Caleb Crain

We are all becoming monologuers — Ela Crain

Each store will fulfil some of your needs, but no individual store can meet all of your needs. Learning how to set realistic expectations now and in future relationships requires you to examine each of the existing stores to see what they can offer. — Janet Crain

It was strange that one couldn't know in advance which places one was later going to wish to remember. — Caleb Crain

...young Christians are actively being drawn into a worldview battle that wasn't so prominent even 10 years ago. Unfortunately, they're losing their faith in that battle because they haven't been equipped for the fight. If you want to keep your kids on God's side, you'll have to make sure they're armed. — Natasha Crain

It sounds disgusting, in my opinion, 'stuffing,'" she continued. "I'd never heard of it before Rafe told me. To put your fingers inside a raw bird. It's the sort of thing they did on the frontier, isn't it. — Caleb Crain

Bad eyesight is a very good thing when in love — Ela Crain

There's always a story that people are telling about themselves, and sometimes you can get them to tell it ever so slightly differently. — Caleb Crain

To find the spirit of change - was that it? - after the change had happened. — Caleb Crain

Unable to see, they were briefly seized by the characteristic Prague anxiety of never finding the entrance
of arriving at one's goal but remaining blocked from it by a wall or a stone on account of having overlooked an alley or medieval door a few dozen yards back, which has served as the approach so immemorially that no one any longer marked or described it. — Caleb Crain

Later, holding Milo's hand in the dark, Jacob felt that it was only in recovering it that he learned what he had been in danger of losing. The touch of Milo's hand seemed to remind him of parts of himself that he had already begun to forget about. — Caleb Crain

They came for the freedom, they stayed for the McNuggets. — Caleb Crain

You need others to define who you are — Ela Crain

A suicide makes a fault in a novel, as suicides make a fault in life. — Caleb Crain

A year ago he had been in America. Two years ago he had been straight. Tonight he was underground, with the remains of the bogey man, lit by the torches of the children who had killed him. — Caleb Crain