It is so easy to waste our lives: Our days, our hours, our minutes ... it is so easy to exist instead… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
So you're getting squeezed at both sides. You're taking care of your mom and dad and you're still doing caregiving with your… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
It is so easy to waste our lives: our days, our hours, our minutes. It is so easy to take for granted… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
The dark aftermath of the frontier, of the vast promise of possibility this country first offered, is an inflated sense of American… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
The truth about your own life is not always easy to accept, and sometimes hasn't even occurred to you. — 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
