Is it possible that anxiety ends at the moment when we no longer have time for it?
In the absence of language, she believed that he agreed with her completely.
If you grow corn or trade in pigs or write poetry then you go to Iowa City. That’s why I haven’t been.
I was young and filled with a degree of self-interest that could rightly be called selfishness. Nothing was more important than the stories we wrote,
I see the past as it actually was, Maeve said. She was looking at the trees.But we overlay the present onto the past. We look back through the lens of what we know now, so we're not seeing it as the p...
I don’t want to wind up some old woman who talks to her rabbit, she said to Rabbit,
I changed along with it. Anything I thought I couldn’t do turned out to be something I managed fine.
I believe that, more than anything else, this grief of constantly having to face down our own inadequacies is what keeps people from being writers. Forgiveness,
He said it in languages he knew he need not include, Serbo-Croation and Cantonese, just because there was comfort in speaking and no one tried to stop him. 'Stand up,' is not a message that needed tra...
Gen was sleeping the sleep of the heavily drugged.
Fix looked at his watch, a Girard-Perregaux, a much nicer watch than a cop might be wearing. It
Every drop of rain hit the ground with such force it bounced back up again, giving the earth the appearance of something boiling.
Being a childless woman of childbearing age, I am a walking target for people’s concerned analysis. No one looks at a single man with a Labrador retriever and says, Will you look at the way he throws...
As tight as it had been in the kitchen before they’d left, there were three times as many people crammed in there now, most of them men. Beverly’s mother was nowhere in sight and neither was the baby....
Art stands on the shoulders of craft,
And there it went, the burden of her lifetime, taken.
The story of my marriage, which is the great joy and astonishment of my life, is too much like a fairy tale, the German kind, unsweetened by Disney.
Whenever I saw her, I felt like I had been living in another country, doing moderately well in another language, and then she showed up speaking English and suddenly I could speak with all the complex...
Wearing shoes in the house was barbaric. There was almost as much indignity in wearing shoes in the house as there was in being kidnapped.
Until then I’ll keep writing things down, both the things I make up and the things that have happened. It is the way I’ve learned to see my life.