She once complained that her stories were like 'birds bred in cages,' but that concentrated atmosphere, that claustrophobic hothouse of emotion, was… — Katie Roiphe Copy Share Image
In spite of its romantic frisson, the position of muse is very vague and largely thankless for the muse herself. — Katie Roiphe Copy Share Image
“It's hard to explain how this works, and I admit that it's fairly implausible or untenable as a way of life, but that seems… — Katie Roiphe Copy Share Image
She once complained that her stories were like 'birds bred in cages,' but that concentrated atmosphere, that claustrophobic hothouse of emotion, was her talent.… — Katie Roiphe Copy Share Image
“The Paradox: how do you lose something you never had? The answer: There was another way to have. A transparent stretch of space between… — Katie Roiphe Copy Share Image
“Everything that flickered could be made permanent. That was what drew him to photography, what made every painstaking step worth it: the permanence of… — Katie Roiphe Copy Share Image
“I spent more time than was strictly necessary in the plush red corridors of the Hotel Metropole in Hanoi. For some reason, I had… — Katie Roiphe Copy Share Image
“Why do you need to turn everything on its head, Charles”, he used to ask him, half annoyed and half wondering, “isn't the world… — Katie Roiphe Copy Share Image
