I do not remember our love unfolding, that we got to know one another and in time became friends. I only remember that she came through the door and it was there, huge and permanent and first.
Hope is like walking around with a fishhook in your mouth and somebody just keeps pulling it and pulling
Hope is like walking around with a fishhook in your mouth and somebody just keeps pulling it and pulling it.
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He believed that life, true life, was something that was stored in music. True life was kept safe in the lines of Tchaikovsky's Eugene Onegin while you went out in the world and met the obligations re...
Hard work is first and foremost hard, and whether or not it’s ultimately rewarding is very rarely the thing you’re thinking of at the moment.
Gen, with his genius for languages, was often at a loss for what to say when left with only his own words.
Franny gave her sister a tired smile. Oh, my love, she said. What do the only children do?We'll never have to know, Caroline said.
Forgiveness was at the heart of everything. Because I could not ask, I could not be forgiven.
For a man to know what he has when he has it, that is what makes him a fortunate man. Fyodorov
Does this raise or lower, then, the everyday importance of art? Does something which exists on the edge have no true relevance to the stable center, or does it, by being on the edge, become a part of...
But we cannot unbraid the story of another person’s life and take out all the parts that don’t suit our purposes and put forth only the ones that do.
But in that way life works, once I was off the hook it was easy to make the decision to go.
Art stands on the shoulders of craft, which means that to get to the art, you must master the craft. If you want to write, practice writing.
And if we fail at marriage, we are lucky we don’t have to fail with the force of our whole life. I would like there to be an eighth sacrament: the sacrament of divorce. Like Communion, it is a slim wh...
An essential element of being a writer is learning whom to listen to and whom to ignore where your work is concerned. Every
A kiss in so much loneliness was like a hand pulling you up out of the water, scooping you up from a place of drowning and into the reckless abundance of air.
My mother knew that no woman thought she was beautiful, or beautiful enough, or beautiful in the right way.
What I like about the job of being a novelist, and at the same time what I find so exhausting about it, is that it's the closest thing to being God you're ever going to get. All the decisions are your...
To be truly brave, I believe a person has to be more than a little stupid. If you knew how hard or how dangerous something was going to be at the onset, chances are you'd never do it, so if I went bac...