The cure until the late 1940s, when there was an antibiotic discovered for tuberculosis, was basically rest. It was fresh, cold air, lots of food - five meals a day, lots of sleep, not very much talking, and for some… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
“I have no appetite,' she sighed. 'Not for food, not for work. Not for anything.' I looked at her and wondered what I am except appetite.” — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
“It was through Peter that she first understood that the world existed before her, without her. For a few days she could not forgive… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
I grew up on Cape Cod. We didn't live right on the water, but I could walk to it and did every day. — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
The thing I'm particularly interested in is natural history. In its heyday, the mid- and late-nineteenth century, when people were going out and gathering… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
By junior high, I was a horrible student. But during my sophomore year of high school, I did have a fabulous English teacher, and… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
I think the landscape you grow up in probably does mark you in ways you don't even understand. — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
It's hard to explain how much one can love writing. If people knew how happy it can make you, we would all be writing… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
I wanted to be a scientist. My undergraduate degree is in biology, and I really did think I might go off and be some… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
I've never known a writer who didn't feel ill at ease in the world. We all feel unhoused in some sense. That's part of… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
Adrianne Harun's dark, mysterious novel is by turns Gothic and grittily realistic, astute and poetic in its evocation of evil everywhere. — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
“He thought back but Bianca, her foot heavy on the accelerator, thought away . From Rose, their mother, their entire past, books and papers… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
I'm not adopted. But that longing and that sense of absence ... are perhaps other ways of expressing the actualities of my family. Different… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
Margot Livesey, my dear friend, reads all the drafts of what I write, and I read hers. We have an intense working relationship. I've… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
