My head aches, my eyes burn, my arms and legs have given up, and my face in the mirror has a grayish cast. The bed, across the room, calls in its unmistakable lover's croon, Come to me, come, only I… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
“Yet when we do manage to create ourselves anew, isn’t there always a suspicion that the new identity fits over the old like a… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
what I love is slowness. Slow people, slow reading, slow traveling, slow eggs, and slow love. Everything good comes slow. — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
The stillness and stasis of bed are the perfect opposite of travel: inertia is what I've come to consider the default mode, existentially and… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
“Real, she imagined later on, was something else; it had nothing to do with things you could touch. Real was being seen, noticed, acknowledged,… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
I have managed not to finish certain books. With barely a twinge of conscience, I hurl down what bores me or doesn't give what… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
“But living amid so many words, I overestimated their power and breadth. The world does not turn on words alone; it only seems to… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
How are we to spend our lives, anyway? That is the real question. We read to seek the answer, and the search itself--the task… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
“She'd been prepared for him to say he was too old, she must put away that sweet but impractical idea, they would forget all… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
“How did she do it, I'd always wondered. Dancing with Q., I understood. Once in a while the pain falls asleep on the job,… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
Like the bodies of dancers or athletes, the minds of readers are genuinely happy and self-possessed only when cavorting around, doing their stretches and… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
Nothing is as horrendous as imagining the times of happiness from an environment which is that of hell. — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
Leave the dishes unwashed and the demands on your time unanswered. Be ruthless and refuse to do what people ask of you. — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
