Lorrie Moore Quotes

1976. The Bicentennial. In the laundromat, you want for the time on your coins to run out. Through the porthole of the dryer, you watch your bedeviled towels and sheets leap and fall. The radio statio...

After four movies, three concerts, and two-and-a-half museums, you sleep with him. It seems the right number of cultural events.

As a feminist you mustn’t blame the other woman, a neighbor told her. As a feminist I request that you no longer speak to me, Kit replied.)

But family life sometimes had a vortex, like weather. It could be like a tornado in a quiet zigzag: get close enough and you might see within it a spinning eighteen-wheeler and a woman.

Her body was a mix of thin and plump, her skin lined and unlined, in that rounding-the-corner-to-fifty way. , he chanted silently, .

I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable about this, he says.Say: Hey. I am a very cool person. I am tough. Show him your bicep.

I looked in vain for LaRoue, my cruelty toward her now in me like a splinter, where it would sit for years in my helpless memory, the skin growing around; what else can memory do? It can do nothing; I...

I often think that at the center of me is a voice that at last did split, a house in my heart so invaded with other people and their speech, friends I believed I was devoted to, people whose lives I c...

I remember thinking that once there had been a time when women died of brain fevers caught from the prick of their hat pins, and that still, after all this time, it was hard being a girl, lugging arou...

I used to think that those essentially happy and romantic novels that ended with a wedding were all wrong, that they had left out the most interesting part of the story.

I want to pretend there's such a thing as requited love. As the endurance of love.

I wished for eternal and intriguing muteness. I would be the Mysterious Dumb Girl, the Enigmatic Elf. The human voice no longer interested me.

I've accrued a kind of patience, I believe, loosely like change.

If dolphins tasted good, he said, we wouldn’t even know about their language.

If you had forgotten, it would quickly come back to you. Aloneness was like riding a bike. At gunpoint. With the gun in your own hand. Aloneness was the air in your tires, the wind in your hair. You d...

It's a form of terrorism not to bomb this town.

Life is sad. Here is someone.

Life was unendurable, and yet everywhere it was endured.

Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain...

Love drains from you, takes with it much of your blood sugar and water weight. You are like a house slowly losing its electricity, the fans slowing, the lights dimming and flickering; the clocks stop...