knowledge of our own mortality is the greatest gift God ever gives us. — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
“There are ways and ways of dying, and some of them leave you walking around.” — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Jason Oliver C. Smith, a big dumb guy who was tan, died March 30 of lung cancer and old age. He was… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Grief remains one of the few things that has the power to silence us. — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
[In the aftermath of death] Small talk feels too small, big talk too enormous. — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
I think the gift of my mother's death, if anything so terrible can be said to have an upside to it, is… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Grief remains one of the few things that has the power to silence us. It is a whisper in the world and… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
“The thing about old friends is not that they love you, but that they know you. They remember that disastrous New Year's… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
I think books in which people are really happy and things are going well are probably the most challenging novels there are to write,… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Trying to be perfect may be inevitable for people who are smart and ambitious and interested in the world and its good opinion...What is… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Sometimes change came all at once, with a sound like a fire taking hold of dry wood and paper, with a roar that rose… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
knowledge of our own mortality is the greatest gift God ever gives us. — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
You teach your 16-year-old with your heart in your mouth to be a good driver and none of that makes any difference when some… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Every reader, I suspect, has a book like this somewhere in his or her past, a book that seemed to hold within it, at… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
“I’ve finally recognized my body for what it is: a personality-delivery system, designed expressly to carry my character from place to place, now and… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
“In England I am always madam; I arrived too late to ever be a miss. In New York I have only been madamed once,… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
“Yet there was always in me, even when I was very small, the sense that I ought to be somewhere else. And wander I… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image