She is not a writer at all, really; she is merely a gifted eccentric. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
I suspect any serious reader has a first great book, just the way anybody has a first kiss. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
One always has a better book in one's mind than one can manage to get onto paper. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
I seem to produce a novel approximately once every three years. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
Here's a secret. Many novelists, if they are pressed and if they are being honest, will admit that the finished book is… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
I know, speaking for myself, no matter what I'm able to do, no matter what book comes out and ends up on… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“She lays the book face down on her chest. Already her bedroom (no, their bedroom) feels more densely inhabited, more actual, because… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
If you've really loved a book, or a movie for that matter, really loved it, what you want is that same book… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
Language in fiction is made up of equal parts meaning and music. The sentences should have rhythm and cadence, they should engage… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“She knew she was going to have trouble believing in herself, in the room of her house, and when she glanced over… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“I wanted to be a writer, that's all. I wanted to write about it all. Everything that happens in a moment. The… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
I revise constantly, as I go along and then again after I've finished a first draft. Few of my novels contain a… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“I’m sure there are people who are content to run errands and report for work on time and wait, with an enlivening… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“Utter objectivity...is not only impossible when judging literature, it’s not exactly desirable. Fiction involves trace elements of magic; it works for reasons… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“Mizzy has wandered into the garden. Carole looks contemplatively at him, says, "Lovely boy." "My wife's insanely younger brother. He's one of those kids… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“Zoe loved Trancas's mother. She respected her exhausted and ironic hope for rebirth.” — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
The lives great artists live and the books they write are two very different things. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“How often since then has she wondered what might have happened if she'd tried to remain with him; if she’d returned Richard's kiss on… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“...a full week of their mother's quiet fury over the fun they don't seem to be having and their father's dogged attempts to provide… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
Oh, all you immigrants and visionaries, what do you hope to find here, who do you hope to become? — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“She wants to have baked a cake that banishes sorrow, even if only for a little while.” — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“And yet, it gives Peter nothing. Not now. Not today. Not when he needs... more. More than this well-executed idea. More than the shark… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
He insists on a version of you that is funnier, stranger, more eccentric and prfound thatn you suspect yourself to be--capable of doing more… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
The worst are full of passionate intensity while the best lack all conviction. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“And here he is, letting the massive steel street door click shut behind him, standing at the top of the three iron steps that… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
It's the world, you live in it, even if some boy has made a fool of you. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“She's had a long life. Now she's going to the Lord." "Frankly it creeps me out a little when you say things like that,"… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
Any other vexations to report?" he asks. "I love the word 'vexations.'" "It's the 'x.' Nice to jump off a 'v' and bite into… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
