You can't be a good person when you're writing and a bad person to your husband or a bad friend. — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
Writing is a job, a talent, but it's also the place to go in your head. It is the imaginary friend you… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“We shared ideas like sweaters, with easy exchange and lack of ownership.” — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“She did have friends, she had just made a decision to stay home and experiment with dying.” — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“Making friends with other writers you respect is reason enough to go to graduate school. You” — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“I do not remember our love unfolding, that we got to know one another and in time became friends. I only remember… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“It's like a big circle. I've gone on a get-a-man crusade, but so far it's been a disaster and I'm feeling as… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
Our friendship was like our writing in some ways. It was the only thing that was interesting about our otherwise dull lives.… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
People seem able to love their dogs with an unabashed acceptance that they rarely demonstrate with family or friends. The dogs do… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
Time is the most extraordinary gift for friendship. You'll get to eat your meals together and study together; in some cases you'll… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“In our friendship I had spent a lot of time telling Lucy to pull herself up, to get over the past and… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“The ability to have a friend, and to be a friend, is not unlike the ability to learn. Both are rooted in… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
You can't be a good person when you're writing and a bad person to your husband or a bad friend. You can't… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
I can't write the book I want to write, but I can and will write the book I am capable of writing. — Ann Patchett Copy Share
“Without worry to protect me, every thought that came into my mind received real attention.” — Ann Patchett Copy Share
“I wrote the last sentence of The Patron Saint of Liars in early April and stumbled out of my apartment and into the beautiful… — Ann Patchett Copy Share
“He was in love, and never had he felt such kindness towards another person.” — Ann Patchett Copy Share
If I was a waitress, I was too tired at the end of the day when I came home to try to write. — Ann Patchett Copy Share
“She didn't know how to hate her mother yet, but every time she left her father crying in the airport she came that much… — Ann Patchett Copy Share
“When you think of love you think as an American. You must think like a Russian. It is a more expansive view.' 'Americans havea… — Ann Patchett Copy Share
“...Nebraska was white, a page as still as fallen snow. It was not crosshatched with roads, overrun with the hard lines of interstate systems.… — Ann Patchett Copy Share
“Clearly he needed a father, but some other father, any other father, would have been preferable.” — Ann Patchett Copy Share
