Quotes from Albert Goldbarth

Talk to me. I'll believe anything.

I slipped our wicker bed and walked the sands where we were also roughly repeated: some young couple, "you did," "I didn't," "you sure the fuck did" – they hugged that bicker to their chests like blankets fighting cold.

then "love," or "falling in love," an extra density textured into the weave of the days, a craziness, an orchidaceous interdimensional blossoming of the otherwise linear creatures we were.

I think it's the future. At least, it's the future we called "tomorrow." Here it is, "today": one hundred cups of effort, good intentions, small misunderstandings, stretching away from the bed and finally leading back to it.

How many hands were shook and names were signed and pipes were passed congenially in a circle, before the first of the used-car dealerships rose up on the ground where the gods had walked?

And each of the train's hundred windows had a face. Passing quickly, it became a strip of film so worked as film does: one continuous story formed, The Man of A Hundred Faces. I ran alongside, so slow (that trick of perception) I ran backwards. Finally, I was a child. I looked up in the movie theater I went to each Saturday afternoon, the screen like a window, and waved to the figure there, an old man at the station just as we pulled away." - The Story

If your life depended on coming up with a tally, if you could straighten its numbers into a flexible line around the moon and back a dozen times, a hundred … still you couldn't count the planets that cohabit this planet.