“I had opened the obvious drawer, the top drawer of the room's only dresser, and found myself gazing into a masculine cache of compressed, crumpled things. Wash-worn Brooks Brothers white cotton shorts now a pale shade of gray. Snake-tangled, unpaired… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
Innocence as we understand it in our culture is very theatrical. The flip side is, if you're charming enough, you can get away with… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
“Coup de foudre; perhaps it was real. One went from believing, when twenty, that it was the one kind of love that was real,… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
It's pathetic, but I don't really remember my first time reading 'The Great Gatsby.' I must have read it in high school. I'm pretty… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
The most shocking act, closely examined, is just a louder version of some habitual gesture. — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
I've at times in my past been so unhappy, and thought, like, 'I would give anything for this not to be happening.' And, you… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
“So perhaps it was her grief I felt as I gazed on this child not mine, and not even much of a child anymore.… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
I always try to avoid looking at the section where my books would be shelved, but I do know that my most reliable neighbor… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
I've never written a book with an outline or a predetermined theme. It's only in retrospect that themes or subjects become identifiable. That's the… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
It's still funny for me to think of myself as someone who writes historical fiction because it seems like a really fusty, musty term,… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
“I didn't grasp that desire and duty could rival each other, least of all that they most often did.” — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
I stopped writing short fiction early on - I was never really good at it, and I never liked the results. So I stopped… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
“And I remembered now, too, my inadvertent youthful condescension, when the woman had said, apologizing for some information she couldn't recall, "I still remember… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
“Something crossed his face, a pure motion like wind over water--I couldn't have guessed what emotion it was. "I'll miss you," he said.” — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
I was the daughter of an immigrant, raised to feel that I needed to get excellent, flawless grades and a full scholarship and a… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
“I couldn't let you believe we'd keep going, when we'd already lasted too long.” — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
