“When we came home later, my father was wearing his most transparent pair of boxer shorts, to show us he was angry, and drinking Baileys Irish Cream liqueur out of a miniature crystal glass, to show us his heart was… — Patricia Lockwood Copy Share Image
“The desire to describe voice, gesture, skin color, is a desire to eat, take over, make into part of the pattern. I am happy every time to see a writer fail at this. I am happy every time to see real personhood resist our tricks. I am happy to see bodies insist that they are not shut up in this… — Patricia Lockwood Copy Share
“And for you, I think, a religious life,' she said, a calm certainty all over her crisscrossed face. She didn't even bother with a question mark. My calling was so obvious; it was written all over me. Two years later, I would be living in my own convent as an order of one, typing poetry in the deep glowing hours… — Patricia Lockwood Copy Share
“Above all else, he loves trilogies. There has never been a trilogy he didn't like, and if you don't understand why, I have three… — Patricia Lockwood Copy Share Image
“I'm not interested in heaven unless my anger gets to go there too. I'm not interested in a happy eternity unless I get to spend an eternity on anger first. Let me speak for the meek and say that we don't want the earth, if that's where all the bodies are buried. If we are resurrected at the end of… — Patricia Lockwood Copy Share
“Part of what you have to figure out in this life is, Who would I be if I hadn’t been frightened? What hurt me,… — Patricia Lockwood Copy Share Image
Here's what I think: the best author photo ever taken is the author photo of you holding your extra-large engulfing rabbit and looking straight… — Patricia Lockwood Copy Share Image
“The question for someone who was raised in a closed circle and then leaves it, is what is the us, and what is the… — Patricia Lockwood Copy Share Image
The only thing that dictates whether I respond to someone is whether I have something interesting to say in return. I respond to people… — Patricia Lockwood Copy Share Image
“He clenched his small fist, bellowed his rage to the heavens, and resolved to never again recognize the authority of any man on earth.” — Patricia Lockwood Copy Share Image
“As they perform this ritual, I almost have to turn away, thinking again what a boomeranging, out-of-body experience it is to watch a religious… — Patricia Lockwood Copy Share Image
“and we lived in Stuart, Florida, which made the dubious claim of being the Sailfish Capital of the World.” — Patricia Lockwood Copy Share Image
