I love telling people what to read. It's my favorite thing in the world, to buy books and force books on people,… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
You can’t pick up and leave everything behind because there is too much sadness in the world and not enough places to… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
Writing is a miserable, awful business. Stay with it. It is better than anything in the world. — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
Staying within the world of a novel gives us the ability to be quiet and alone, two skills that are disappearing faster… — 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
Show kindness whenever possible. Show it to the people in front of you, the people coming up behind you, and the people… — 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
I don't know how to write a novel in the world of cellphones. I don't know how to write a novel in… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
If a person has never given writing a try, they assume that a brilliant idea is hard to come by. But really,… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
He believed that life, true life, was something that was stored in music. True life was kept safe in the lines of… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“Some people are born to make great art and others are born to appreciate it. Don't you think? It is a kind… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
Do you want to do this thing? Sit down and do it. Are you not writing? Keep sitting there. Does it not… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
Reading fiction is important. It is a vital means of imagining a life other than our own, which in turn makes us… — 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
