“Then, when we had done so, we put our hands upon the freezing cold monster, our monster. And this is what we… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
“Peace, he knows, can be shattered in a million variations: great visions of the end, a rain of ash, a disease on… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
“And this was what we felt: vertigo, an icicle through our strong hearts, our long-lost childhoods. Sunshine in a field and crickets… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
My son is actually named after Beck, the musician. We heard Beck on the radio and thought that was a good nickname… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
And she, the new mother of a daughter, felt a fierceness come over her that seized at her heart, that made her… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
“Yuppies in embryo, miming their parents' manners. In twenty years, they’d have country houses and children with pretentious literary names and tennis… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
If you look at communal experiments in general for any amount of time, you'll find a lot of horrors: raped children, sexual… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
Childhood is such a delicate tissue; what they had done this morning could snag somewhere in the little ones, make a dull,… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
The idea of legitimacy is something I suppose I deal with in my fiction, and in part it's probably a response to… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
“But my best friend from college was silent for a long time. She, of all of my friends, had seen the parade of sad… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
You had to pick up a landline to make sure your best friend wore a matching outfit to school. I do remember people talking… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
“Then, when we had done so, we put our hands upon the freezing cold monster, our monster. And this is what we felt: vertigo,… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
I see history as really cyclical in terms of the intense idealism, and the desire to create a better life outside of societal norms. — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
“He thinks of the rotten parachute they played with as kids in Arcadia: they hurtle through life aging unimaginably fast, but each grasps a… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
I love writing from enclosed spaces: you really learn about your characters when they have tight walls to push against. — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
“[Still apparent in him, the tiny boy, mewling in cold and hunger. It’s less delicious, this badness bred from survival.]” — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
Even still, we run. We have not reached our average of 57.92 years without knowing that you run through it, and it hurts and… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
I had a series of terrible jobs, whatever would allow me to write for four hours during the day. During that time I wrote… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
“The stories themselves aren't what moves him now...What moves him are the shadowy people behind the stories, the workers weary from their days, gathering… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
“Even still, we run. We have not reached our average of 57.92 years without knowing that you run through it, and it hurts worse,… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
