Andrew Sean Greer

“And finally: Who are we when we’re not ourselves?”

— Andrew Sean Greer

“Just for the record: happiness is not bullshit.”

— Andrew Sean Greer

Human love and desire is my bag.

— Andrew Sean Greer

It's funny how the present can change the past.

— Andrew Sean Greer

“Fuck love and just get fat.”

— Andrew Sean Greer

I don't think I'm a gay activist. I used to be.

— Andrew Sean Greer

“Either Less is an asshole, or the heart is a capricious thing.”

— Andrew Sean Greer

It is a brave and stupid thing, a beautiful thing, to waste one's life for love.

— Andrew Sean Greer

Science fiction writers, when I was a kid, were a big deal.

— Andrew Sean Greer

How hollow to have no secrets left; you shake yourself and nothing rattles. You're boneless as an anemone.

— Andrew Sean Greer

“We are each the love of someone's life --- The Confessions of Max Tivoli”

— Andrew Sean Greer

They say you hit your stride as a writer at about 50. I'm hoping to do that.

— Andrew Sean Greer

“It is a bad musical, but, like a bad lay, a bad musical can still do its job perfectly well.”

— Andrew Sean Greer

I was good in biology, but I did very badly in chemistry, and my parents were horrified by that.

— Andrew Sean Greer

“Where is the real Less? Less the young man terrified of love? The dead-serious Less of twenty-five years ago? Well, he has…

— Andrew Sean Greer

Some people think of the '50s as a time of innocence, but they are misremembering it or reinventing it: if you look…

— Andrew Sean Greer

My mother is a southern lady with short dark hair and a wary, blue-eyed smile. She is also an experimental chemist and…

— Andrew Sean Greer

“Just one small thing had changed, such a small thing really. What difference could it make, the era in which we are…

— Andrew Sean Greer

I don't read literary blogs. I used to read them, but it was upsetting when they would talk, in a snarky way,…

— Andrew Sean Greer

“We think we know people, and dismiss the scenes as aberrations, as the lightning strikes of madness, but surely we are wrong.…

— Andrew Sean Greer

'A High Wind in Jamaica' is like those books you used to read under the covers with a flashlight - only infinitely…

— Andrew Sean Greer

Despite all their fears, we ask very little of the ones who never loved us. We do not ask for sympathy or…

— Andrew Sean Greer

You can look at my books and not find particular joy on every page because, of course, what you want to write…

— Andrew Sean Greer

“All I wanted was love. A simple thing, a timeless thing. When men want love they sing for it, or smile for…

— Andrew Sean Greer

“The shock was akin to that of buying, out of duty, a novel written by a dull and uninspired acquaintance and finding…

— Andrew Sean Greer

“Less is having a memory from nearly thirty years before: walking out of an Erasure concert with his friend, stoned, learning that…

— Andrew Sean Greer

It's hard to tell if I've had writer's block because it seems to me that it's when nothing comes, but, you know,…

— Andrew Sean Greer

“Her head jerked around. "It's so unlikely to be alive, isn't it? The right temperature, and gravity, the right atoms combining at…

— Andrew Sean Greer

“He kisses—how do I explain it? Like someone in love. Like he has nothing to lose. Like someone who has just learned…

— Andrew Sean Greer

“Young people are inept at love; it is like being given a flying machine, and you leap inside, ready to set off…

— Andrew Sean Greer

An elephant funeral makes me weep every time, and so does an ad with a kid leaving home for college.

— Andrew Sean Greer

Really, what you should tell a novelist is, 'Keep going until you finish the draft. Don't show it to anyone.'

— Andrew Sean Greer

A downside to being a successful novelist? Wow - I can't imagine one.

— Andrew Sean Greer

With each book, I'm trying to do something that terrifies me.

— Andrew Sean Greer

Critics, how I would love if you could clear the word 'sentimental' from your minds.

— Andrew Sean Greer

There must be times when people look in the mirror and they realize they're 60.

— Andrew Sean Greer

Surely words are just the background music when passion pounces on a soul.

— Andrew Sean Greer

“How often in life do people make that awful sacrifice, that murder of possibilities?”

— Andrew Sean Greer

“...meaning his stuffed bear who was as real to him as his mother or me. Or else as imaginary.”

— Andrew Sean Greer

“And at fifty, Less muses drowsily, you’re as likable as you’re going to get.”

— Andrew Sean Greer