I go online all the time, I just don't read about myself. I read a fashion website called Go Fug Yourself. I… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
The 1992 US Olympic basketball team is the best sports team ever, the equivalent of rounding up the greatest American writers of… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
People always blame the girl; she should have said no. A monosyllable, but conventional wisdom has always been that boys can't manage… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Ever since the Evil Empire turned out to be a collection of third-world countries, Americans aligned on the far right have tried… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
If you raise an intelligent girl she will become a feminist because of the facts of her own life. Raising feminist boys… — 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
