“In the future, he will try to say her name enough, but he never can.” — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“He was in love, and never had he felt such kindness towards another person.” — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“As if music were a separate thing you could drive yourself into, make love to, fuck.” — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“Most of the time we're loved for what we can do rather than for who we are.” — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“...writing stories was always a bit like falling in love with a stranger and running off to Marrakech for a long weekend.… — 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
“...that it was so completely their own that it would have been pointless to even try to speak of it to someone… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
No matter how much we love a book, the experience of reading it isn't complete until we can give it to someone… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“The quality of a life is defined not by its length, but by its depth, its actions and achievements. It is defined… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“He was so close to her then that they owned every molecule of air in the tiny room and the air grew… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“When you think of love you think as an American. You must think like a Russian. It is a more expansive view.'… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“I think that she is everything I have ever loved about our religion distilled down to fit into one person, everything about… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“All of the love and the longing a body can contain was spun into not more than two and a half minutes… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“You don't find strangers declaring themselves to you awkward?' But then she wouldn't, would she? People must fall in love with her… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
There was such an incredible logic to kissing, such a metal-to-magnet pull between two people that it was a wonder that they… — 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
Thank God Roxane Coss had not fallen in love with one of the Russians. She doubted they could make it up the… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“Most of the time, we're loved for what we can do rather than for who we are. It's not such a bad… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“I remember complaining one night on the phone to my mother that we spent too much of our time worrying about love… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“But Lucy had been alone too much of her life, and in her loneliness she had constructed a vision of what a… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“These people who detain us so pleasantly may decide to shoot us after all. It is a possibility. And if that is… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“Perhaps you are right. In another setting it would be ridiculous, too grand. In another setting it would not happen because you… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
It's easier to love a woman when you can't understand a word she's saying. — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“...it was a miraculous thing to be able to watch the person you love undetected,” — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
Sometimes love does not have the most honorable beginnings, and the endings, the endings will break you in half. It's everything in… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
If someone loves you for what you can do then it's flattering, but why do you love them? If someone loves you… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
The kind of love that offers its life so easily, so stupidly, is always the love that is not returned. — 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
