I love the village in my computer. There's little validation in the day-to-day life of a writer; sometimes we ache for a… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
There's nothing particularly dark in my past... I live in the light. My disposition is basically happy. I have a good life. — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“… there was only one rule. Work hard and be nice, and everything would go just fine. That should be the rule… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
There have been plenty of chances to close my eyes and go back to the sleep of my life as it was,… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“...in the end it's not just the big and small events that make you who you are, make your life what it… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
Writers are first and foremost observers. We lose ourselves in the watching and then the telling of the world we find. Often… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“I couldn't leave there without carrying some of her sadness and loneliness with me like a cloak. There was a smell that… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“Maybe that’s all life was, this impossibly complicated helix of choice and accident, things you could control and couldn’t. And when the… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“IF YOU REALLY let life take you, if you release control and stop clinging to sameness, you can’t imagine the places you’ll… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
They don't find peace. It's pure bullshit. When something unspeakable happens, or when you do something unspeakable, it changes you. It takes… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
A child who's been injured by a parent waits her whole life for some acknowledgment of the wrong that's been done, some… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
It was a strange lightness, a drifting feeling. Zero gravity. I understood that everything that once seemed solid and immovable might just… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
Others of us are lost. We're forever seeking. We torture ourselves with philosophies and ache to see the world. We question everything,… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“When they’re small, they’re part of you, on you in bed, showering with you, climbing onto your lap, holding on to your leg. Slowly,… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
“We hate our parents for having their own lives, don’t we, for making decisions for themselves that don’t seem to take us into account.… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
“Depression is not dramatic, but it is total. It’s sneaky - you almost don’t notice it at first. Like a cat burglar, it comes… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
“...in the end it's not just the big and small events that make you who you are, make your life what it is, it's… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it. — Lisa Unger Copy Share
“We have more patience for girls who act like boys than boys who act like girls. A tomboy is considered cute. One day she’ll… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
Writers are first and foremost observers. We lose ourselves in the watching and then the telling of the world we find. Often we feel… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
It was a strange lightness, a drifting feeling. Zero gravity. I understood that everything that once seemed solid and immovable might just float away.… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
Of course, like all organic processes, there is an ebb and a flow to writing. One does not exist without the other. The writer… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
When you start to really know someone, all his physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present. — Lisa Unger Copy Share
Many people believe that evil is the presence of something. I think it's the absence of something. — Lisa Unger Copy Share
