Lorrie Moore Quotes

She looked pink and beseeching, though essentially she looked the same, as people do despite the fact they have begun to turn into monsters and are about to tell you something that should require horn...

She would turn from him in bed, her hands under the pillow, the digital clock peeling back the old skins of numbers.

So I needed to be womanised. I was losing my sheen.

That was also back in the days when I thought the ice-cream man lived in his truck

The later-afternoon air of our exhalations hung in brief clouds before us. The thought balloon of my own breath said, How have I found myself here? It was not a theological question. It was one of tra...

There was sex where you were looked in the eye and beautiful things were said to you, and then there was what Ira used to think of as yoo-hoo sex: where the other person seemed spirited away, not quit...

They were in performance. They were performing their marriage at me.

Things, I know, stiffen and shift in memory, become what they never were before. As when an army takes over a country. Or a summer yard goes scarlet with fall and its venous leaves. One summons the ye...

This is a political New Year's Eve, says Albert. We're here to protest the new year, protest the old; generally get a petition going to Father Time.

When I was little, I didn’t understand that you could change a few sounds in a name or a phrase and have it mean something entirely different. When I told teachers my name was Benna and they said, Don...

Women now were told not to settle for second best, told that they deserved better, but at a time, it seemed, when there was so much less to go around.

You chose love like a belief, a faith, a place, a box for one's heart to knock against like a spook in the house.

You only live at once. Which seemed to her all the more reason to be careful, to take it easy, to have an ordinary life.

You were never to say you weren't fine, thank you — and yourself? You were supposed to be Heidi. You were supposed to lug goat milk up the hills and not think twice. Heidi did not complain. Heidi did...

In an attempt at extroversion, she had worn a tunic with large slices of watermelon depicted on the front. What had she been thinking of?

A healthy death, like anything — job promotions or looking younger — was simply a matter of feeling good about yourself. Which is where the sedatives came in. Sedate as a mint, a woman could place a h...

A lie to the faithless is merely a conversation in their language.

A veteran of the gender wars.

Adults are living increasingly as children: completely in their imaginations. Reading Harry Potter while every newspaper in the country goes out of business. They know so little that is real.

All the way out I listen to the car AM radio, bad lyrics of trailer park love, gin and tonic love, strobe light love, lost and found love, lost and found and lost love, lost and lost and lost love—som...