Quotes of Matt Ruff

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“But stories are like people, Atticus. Loving them doesn’t make them perfect. You try to cherish their virtues and overlook their flaws. The flaws are still there, though. ""But you don’t get mad. Not like Pop does.""No, that’s true, I don’t get mad. Not at stories. They do disappoint me sometimes." He looked at the shelves. "Sometimes, they stab me in the heart.” ― Matt Ruff, Lovecraft Country
“That’s the horror, the most awful thing: to have a child the world wants to destroy and know that you’re helpless to help him. Nothing worse than that. Nothing worse.” ― Matt Ruff, Lovecraft Country
“But stories are like people, Atticus. Loving them doesn't make them perfect. You try to cherish their virtues and overlook their flaws. The flaws are still there, though. But you don't get mad.” ― Matt Ruff, Lovecraft Country
“George sat on his porch, and drank his Coke and made daydreams out of the rain. He wondered about the book he would write this year, and he wondered - not too desperately - whether love would find him at last and let him rest for a time. But he smiled all the while he was thinking about it, because at the core he was happy enough just to be alive and watching the storm, and this one thing made him special.” ― Matt Ruff, Fool on the Hill
“Loosely translated Der schlechte Affe hasst seinen eigenen Geruch means that people are most deeply offended by moral failings that mirror their own.” ― Matt Ruff, Bad Monkeys
“A wanderer in darkness, she followed an eccentric orbit, each new disturbance angling her closer to some long-awaited rendezvous. She could only hope that when the moment came, she’d be wise enough to know it, and brave enough to act.” ― Matt Ruff, Lovecraft Country
“the real reason he’d keep running into monsters was because he was black, and when you’re black in America, there’s always a monster. Sometimes it’s Lovecraftian Elder Gods; sometimes it’s the police, or the Klan, or the Registrar of Voters.” ― Matt Ruff, Lovecraft Country
“White people in his experience were far more transparent. The most hateful rarely bothered to conceal their hostility, and when for some reason they did try to hide their feelings, they generally exhibited all the guile of five-year-olds, who cannot imagine that the world sees them other than as they wish to be seen.” ― Matt Ruff, Lovecraft Country
“What you going to do?" she cried. "You break my neck, and the what? You think I won't come back and haunt you? Go ahead! Make me a ghost! See what that gets you.” ― Matt Ruff, Lovecraft Country
“Atticus tried not to care, telling himself paperbacks were meant to be abused, but it was hard, like watching friends get knocked around.” ― Matt Ruff, Lovecraft Country
“Omnes mundum facimus.” ― Matt Ruff, Bad Monkeys
“Oh, what? You’re too smart to believe in ghosts? Flying across the universe, though, that’s logical” ― Matt Ruff, Lovecraft Country
“Well, it all started when I figured out that the janitor at my high school was the Angel of Death…” ― Matt Ruff, Bad Monkeys
“I’m saying people can be real creative when it comes to ducking responsibility.” ― Matt Ruff, Lovecraft Country
“Warren Dandridge had insisted that poker was a Christian game: Players who practiced virtue-- learning and respecting the odds, keeping their emotions in check, managing their bankrolls intelligently-- tended to prosper, while those who succumbed to vice-- chasing long shots, letting passion rule reason-- went the way of all unrepentant sinners.” ― Matt Ruff, Lovecraft Country
“Hi," I said. "I'm the last of the Brontë sisters.” ― Matt Ruff, Bad Monkeys
“And you never know when a meal will be your last . . . None of us do.” ― Matt Ruff, Lovecraft Country
“Ex-Confederate? What’s that, like an ex-Nazi? The man fought for slavery! You don’t get to put an ‘ex-’ in front of that!” ― Matt Ruff, Lovecraft Country
“...people are most deeply offended by moral failings that mirror their own.” ― Matt Ruff, Bad Monkeys
Matt Ruff
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Matt Ruff

I was born in New York City in 1965. I decided I wanted to be a fiction writer when I was five years old and spent my childhood and adolescence learning how to tell stories. At Cornell University I wrote what would become my first published novel, Fool on the…

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