“ The language of the Catholic Church - the liturgy, the prayer, the gospels - was in many ways my first poetry. Alice McDermott
“ In grammar school I read 'Act One' by Moss Hart, and being a playwright struck me as the most magical and romantic career anyone could have... But I never did write a play. Alice McDermott
“ Right away I think of two books - 'Wuthering Heights' and 'Rebecca' - and of just sinking into them as a young reader. I think they must have appealed not just to my romantic adolescent soul, but I su… Alice McDermott
“ I like that original romance of having a pen and a legal pad and going anywhere in the world and being able to write a novel with just those two things. Alice McDermott
“ If you want to see how far we have not come from the cave and the woods, from the lonely and dangerous days of the prarie or the plain, witness the reaction of a modern suburban family, nearly ready f… Alice McDermott
“ I read a little bit of nonfiction and a lot of poetry. I think of poetry as my shot of whiskey when I don't have time to savor a whole bottle of wine. Alice McDermott
“ It was not about the sea or the sand, but burying her feet there had seemed to cure what had worried her... Alice McDermott
“ I believed in fictional characters as if they were a part of real life. Poetry was important, too. My parents had memorized poems from their days attending school in New York City and loved reciting t… Alice McDermott
“ What interests me is whatever it is that allows the heart to continue to yearn for something the intelligence knows is impossible to have: a lost love, a shelter from life's blows, the return of a tim… Alice McDermott
“ In the arc of an unremarkable life, a life whose triumphs are small and personal, whose trials are ordinary enough, as tempered in their pain as in their resolution of pain, the claim of exclusivity i… Alice McDermott
“ Scribble out the world since it was not to your liking and make up a new one, something better. Alice McDermott
“ His love for his children bore down on his heart with the weight of three heavy stones. There were all his unnamed fears for them, and hopes for them. There was all he was powerless to change, includi… Alice McDermott
“ His eyes went again to the crucifix above his head, reflected in the mirror. The strained arms, the arched spine. All that effort to open the gates of heaven for us and we (he thought) probably spend… Alice McDermott
“ But Mrs. Meany, see, the women went on, leaning forward, despite how her heart was broken, pulled herself together, anyway, to put on a good face for the rest of the family at home. And she went back,… Alice McDermott
“ It made it easier that they both believed in the simplest kind of afterlife - that my father could say to her, even in those last days, joking but without irony, 'You're going to get tired of hearing… Alice McDermott
