62 quotes found
“I could say it all began with my mother.”
“Water. Like a blanket. Dark. Intoxicating. Cold.”
“Wine and a straitjacket. That pretty much sums it up.”
“If she could hate this much she sure as hell had loved.”
“The bottom line was that I was in an abusive relationship.”
“Just write. That's my only tip. And read. I guess that's two.”
“She also understood there was a hole in her heart where her son should be, that she was a wicked, selfish woman for wishing him back.”
“She was no stripper with a heart of gold, that was for sure. A heart of steel, more like.”
“Instead, I opened my eyes to find the thing in front of my face, wafting dead horse breath across my chin and up my nose, its mouth like a gaping maw; its eyes, two giant wormholes, twisting and be...”
“Its not like I planned it. I never woke up from some rosy dream and said, Okay, world, today Im gonna spaz.”
“We didnt want to admit it then, but we were friends. Best friends.”
“A woman brings so much more to the world than birth, for she can birth discovery, intelligence, invention, art, just as well as any man.”
“Using ones beauty was the only way a smart girl could get by, at least thats how it was back then, though even for a smart girl there were really only three professions. You could be a nurse or a t...”
“Then the weeks rolled by in a sinister psych ward haze filled with white-coated orderlies and rocking whack-job patients torn straight from some old Jack Nicholson film, all anti-psychotic meds and...”
“I hung a picture of him above my bed and learned by hand the internal workings of the female combustion engine.”
“Youre saying, What the hell am I gonna do with her? Youre saying, Shit, did she take her pills? Youre saying, Once upon a time, I used to have a little girl.”
“Okay, Ill just jump right out and say it. I have anxiety issues.”
“Just five minutes, God, I chant like some hostage negotiator on the brink of a resolution. Five minutes alone. Please, please. Please.”
“Writing is a solitary business. Its just you and your characters and a blank page you need to fill.”
“I long for some connection, to the real and those who love them, and hope that my fiction can reach beyond the veil, that I might touch someone and make them feel somethingor something.”
“When I was twenty-something, I asked my father, When did you start feeling like a grownup? His response: Never.”
“I think first of the children. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Then I think about money, the house, all those things no widow will tell you ever crossed her mind.”
“Cuz I can count on one hand the men whove loved me, not in the Biblical senseI dont have enough digits for thatbut who have truly loved me.”
“My sister and I are so close that we finish each others sentences and often wonder whos memories belong to whom.”
