I read Claire Messud's 'The Emperor's Children,' I read Joseph O'Neill's 'Netherland' - but to me, they're not 9/11 novels. In 'The Emperor's Children,' 9/11 felt to me like a piece of the plot; the novel wasn't wrestling with what 9/11 meant. And 'N...
when your heart is shattered, don't let somebody pick those pieces up for you. Do it for yourself so that you'll know what went wrong. Then take time to cure and put them all together so when someone comes to your life, say 'hey, my heart has once sh...
A dense, artistic kind of imperfection stimulates your consciousness, keeps you alert. If I listen to some utterly perfect performance of an utterly perfect piece while I'm driving, I might want to close my eyes and die right then and there. But list...
He, the true writer, is the department store dummy at the very center of the whole establishment, the one left alone on display all night, a price tag stapled to every piece of clothing they’ve yanked onto him, binoculars and frog flippers included...
We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man b...
All of us, even when we think we have noted every tiny detail, resort to set pieces which have already been staged often enough by others.[...] Our concern with history, so Hilary's thesis ran, is a concern with pre-formed images already imprinted on...
Sometimes... Sometimes our hearts...crack a little.
We are not self-caused little gods.
I do like large entrances, but this was a little too large.
'Little Miss Sunshine' was really important to me.
But, apart from that, there was very little on underneath the suit.
I'm a little unusual: I'm a six-person-or-less extrovert.
The little I know I owe to my ignorance.
I wouldn't mind having a nice little restaurant.
Some of my friends snowmobile. I'm a little scared of it.
Little wars start big wars.
Actresses are kind of a little crazy.
Want a little cheese with that whine, maestro?
Happiness: a way station between too little and too much.
We never repent of having eaten too little.
To do a great right do a little wrong.
