In books I have traveled, not only to other worlds but into my own. I learned who I was and who I… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
What had I expected of the first child? Everything. Rocket scientist. Neurosurgeon. Designated hitter. We talked wisely at cocktail parties about the… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Behind every door in London there are stories, behind every one ghosts. The greatest writers in the history of the written word… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
We read in bed because reading is halfway between life and dreaming, our own consciousness in someone else's mind. — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
How is it that, a full two centuries after Jane Austen finished her manuscript, we come to the world of Pride and… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
This is why I had children: to offer them a perfect dream of childhood that can fill their souls as they grow… — 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
