“I saved myself without thinking. I grasped the two syllables closest to me, and replaced my heartbeat with your name.” — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
I'm naive enough to think that love is always good no matter how long ago, no matter the circumstances. — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
To share a hiding place, physical or psychological, is as intimate as love. — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
“I can only find you by looking deeper, that's how love leads us into the world.” — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
When you are alone - at sea, in the polar dark - an absence can keep you alive. The one you love… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
“My love for my family has grown for years in decay-fed soil, unwashed root pulled suddenly from the ground. Bulbous as a… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
No one is born just once. If you're lucky, you'll emerge again in someone's arms; or unlucky, wake when the long tail… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
There's a moment when love makes you believe in death for the first time. You recognize the one whose loss, even contemplated,… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
If love wants you; if you've been melted down to stars, you will love with lungs and gills; with feathers and scales;… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
“Because the moon feels loved, she lets our eyes follow her across the field, stepping from her clothes, strewn silk glinting in… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
Love makes you see a place differently, just as you hold differently an object that belongs to someone you love. If you… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
When you put a tremendous amount of love into your work, as in any relationship, you can't know - you can only… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
“In Michaela's favourite restaurant, I lift my glass and cutlery spills onto the expensive tiled floor. The sound crashes high as the… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
“In every childhood there is a door that closes. Only real love waits while we journey through our grief. That is the… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
“That they were torn from mistakes they had no chance to fix; everything unfinished. All the sins of love without detail, detail… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
“And she knew for the first time that someone can wire your skin in a single evening, and that love arrives not… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
The spirit in the body is like wine in a glass; when it spills, it seeps into air and earth and light….It’s a mistake… — Anne Michaels Copy Share
Like other ghosts, she whispers; not for me to join her, but so that, when I'm close enough, she can push me back into… — Anne Michaels Copy Share
I wanted a line in a poem to be the hollow ney of the dervish orchestra whose plaintive wail is a call to God.… — Anne Michaels Copy Share
“I saved myself without thinking. I grasped the two syllables closest to me, and replaced my heartbeat with your name.” — Anne Michaels Copy Share
When my parents were liberated, four years before I was born, they found that the ordinary world outside the camp had been eradicated. There… — Anne Michaels Copy Share
It's a fantastic privilege to spend three or four hundred pages with a reader. You have time to go into certain questions that are… — Anne Michaels Copy Share
I really believe we read differently when we know even the most banal facts of an author's life. — Anne Michaels Copy Share
To share a hiding place, physical or psychological, is as intimate as love. — Anne Michaels Copy Share
Though the contradictions of war seem sudden and simultaneous, history stalks before it strikes. Something tolerated soon becomes something good. — Anne Michaels Copy Share
If love wants you; if you've been melted down to stars, you will love with lungs and gills; with feathers and scales; with warm… — Anne Michaels Copy Share
The shadow-past is shaped by everything that never happened. Invisible, it melts the present like rain through karst. A biography of longing. It steers… — Anne Michaels Copy Share
The shadow past is shaped by everything that never happened. Invisible, it melts the present like rain through karst. — Anne Michaels Copy Share
Fiction allows you to embody certain ideas and give them an emotional reality. The characters allow you to get close viscerally to an idea. — Anne Michaels Copy Share
