I continue to shun, in a very curmudgeonly fashion, things like Twitter and Facebook. — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“... we're all alive the day before we die ... but, how alive is another question.” — Julia Glass Alive Copy Share Image
Call me territorial or narcissistic, but I avoid novels about people who share my vocation. — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“Ever noticed how sisters, when they aren't best friends, make particularly vicious enemies?” — Julia Glass Best friend Copy Share Image
I am not opposed to e-readers. Any technology that encourages the reading of literature is a good thing. — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“When it comes to love, dogs make pretty steep competition for us people. And rightly so.” — Julia Glass Animal Copy Share Image
“My tastes, like my bones, fossilized decades ago. Reach a certain age and you are obliged to become an anthropologist. It's the… — Julia Glass Beyond the horizon Copy Share Image
If I'm lucky enough to see the day when my sons are living independently, maybe with families of their own, I'll still… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
All I meant was that people take their same old lives wherever they go. No place is perfect enough to strip you… — Julia Glass Demon Copy Share Image
I, too, seem to be a connoisseur of rain, but it does not fill me with joy; it allows me to steep… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
My own life is wonderful, but if I had to live the life of someone else, I'd gladly choose that of Julia… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
In every novel, I write about something - a place, an experience, an emotion - with which I'm intimately familiar, but it's… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
In my fairly disorganized life, yellow stickies are too easily lost, and as for software, I try to avoid using my computer… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“feel as if I’m visiting home in a dream, where everything yet nothing is the way it should be, where the best… — Julia Glass Dream Copy Share Image
“On Thursday, the sandwiches Greenie made were pork tenderloins with chipotle mustard, the soup a puree of beets and pears with Beaujolais… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“Hugo planned a five-course meal: smoked duck, oyster stew, roast beef with mashed yams, a salad of apples with beets and blue… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“Before heading back up the road, she had turned for a moment toward the sea. In the late afternoon light, the water… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“What, exactly, is a father if not a man who, once you’re grown and gone and out in the world making your… — Julia Glass Father Copy Share Image
“Everybody, will you please just sit for a minute? Like children in a game of musical chairs, Tommy's three guests immediately reach… — Julia Glass Children Copy Share Image
“Some might have referred to Vince, Buck and Calvin as "ordinary fellows" or "salt of the earth". Such terms are merely code… — Julia Glass Boyhood Copy Share Image
Time plays like an accordion in the way it can stretch out and compress itself in a thousand melodic ways. Months on… — Julia Glass Accordion Copy Share Image
I'm a fictional monogamist - I can only work on one thing at a time - but each novel starts growing in… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
I'm not a believer that you have to write every day. If I felt industrious, I'd spend ten hours a week writing.… — Julia Glass Believer Copy Share Image
When I give myself over to a good novel, I surrender to the truths fashioned from one writer's heart, mind and soul.… — Julia Glass Books Copy Share Image
“Morty trusted trees far more than he did people. 'You know what a tree can and cannot give you,' he said in… — Julia Glass Tree Copy Share Image
There you are, diligently swimming a straight line, minding the form of your strokes, when you look up and see, always a… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
In my head, at least, the business of spinning stories has no closing time. Twists in my characters' lives, glimpses of their… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“It's this time of year when Kit mist rise in the dark, as if we're a farmer or a fisherman, someone whose… — Julia Glass Dark Copy Share Image
I write because I'm in love with language; because I like working for myself, inside my head; and because it's the only… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“None of this Mad Mario showmanship- orange clogs and Bermuda shorts fit for Babar, sweetbreads garnished with squash blossoms stuffed with cheese… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“I once knew this cellist, Miss Browning, A swan with whom I enjoyed clowning. But at night when she bloomed I felt… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“Behold the rich farm boy Malachy Burns Who plays his pipe among the churns. He's a coward, he's benighted, He makes everyone… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
I talked late, swam late, did not learn to ride a bike until college - and might never have walked or learned… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
My first draft is always way too long; my books start out with delusions of 'War and Peace' - and must be… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
A good novel is an out-of-self experience. It lifts you off the ground so that you have the sensation of flying. It… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
I grew up in a home where animals were ever-present and often dominated our lives. There were always horses, dogs, and cats,… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
I love meeting booksellers and readers and hearing how they've read and received my stories. Often I'm surprised by which characters they've… — Julia Glass Books Copy Share Image
My readers often tell me that what they admire about my books is my ability to write from so many points of… — Julia Glass Ability Copy Share Image
“Ira felt as if he'd contracted an all-over emotional itch, as if he'd put on a sweater made of spiritually abrasive wool-… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
I love to eat, I love to feed people, and I'm a great cook. I joked with my friends that I wanted… — Julia Glass Book Copy Share Image
