(Such a life)engaged gross quantities of hope and despair and set them wildly side by side, like a Third World country of… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
She hadn't been given the proper tools to make a real life with, she decided, that was it. She'd been given a… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“But it would be like going to Heaven and not finding any of your friends there. Her life would go all beatific… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“A woman had to choose her own particular unhappiness carefully. That was the only happiness in life: to choose the best unhappiness.… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Unless you have a life of great importance," she said, regrets are stupid, crumpled-up tickets to a circus that has already left… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“I felt nothing like a horse, whose instincts I knew were to run and run. I had mostly in life tried to… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Unless you have a life of great importance, regrets are stupid, crumpled-up tickets to a circus that has already left town.” — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Mave believed that not being able to see your life clearly, to scrutinize it intelligently, meant that probably you were at the… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
Writing is both the excursion into and the excursion out of one's life. That is the queasy paradox of the artistic life.… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“[Her life] had taken on the shape of a terrible mistake. She hadn't been given the proper tools to make a real… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
I've been falsely accused of drawing too much from real life. But I am a petty thief - I take little things.… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
I count too heavily on birthdays, though I know I shouldn't. Inevitably I begin to assess my life by them, figure out… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“The piece was like an elegant interrogation made of tangled yarn, a query from a well-dressed man in a casket, not yet… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
There was the usual dreaminess, I suppose. Also a shyness that caused me - and others - to notice that I could… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Wake up one morning with a man you had thought you'd spend your life with, and realize, a rock in your gut,… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
Every arrangement in life carried with it the sadness, the sentimental shadow, of its not being something else, but only itself. — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“She would try to live life one day at a time, like an alcoholic--drink, don't drink, drink. Perhaps she should take drugs.” — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
But I believed in starting over. There was finally, I knew, only rupture and hurt and falling short between all persons, but, Shirley, the… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
I'm very interested in what people will do for money. Money: it's timeless. — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
“One of the problems with people in Chicago, she remembered, was that they were never lonely at the same time. Their sadness occurred in… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
“If you had forgotten, it would quickly come back to you. Aloneness was like riding a bike. At gunpoint. With the gun in your… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
“Observing others go through them, he used to admire midlife crises, the courage and shamelessness and existential daring of them, but after he'd watched… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
Start dating someone who is funny, someone who has what in high school you called a "really great sense of humor" and what now… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
“Amber was not shy. If she had been shy, not one of us would be at Perkins right now.” — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
“Farmers aren't rich. They have land but no money." Actually, my father didn't even have that much land. He had once stood on the… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
“My grandmother, who, when I visited, stared at me with the staggering, arrogant stare of the dying, the wise vapidity of the already gone;… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
I count too heavily on birthdays, though I know I shouldn't. Inevitably I begin to assess my life by them, figure out how I'm… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
I had never feared insomnia before--like prison, wouldn't it just give you more time to read? — Lorrie Moore Copy Share