She once complained that her stories were like 'birds bred in cages,' but that concentrated atmosphere, that claustrophobic hothouse of emotion, was her talent. Her stories were little masterpieces of compression: she succinctly contained whole lifetimes in a few pages,… — 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
