Grief is illness. You cannot breathe; you cannot walk or eat or sleep. The sickness is entire, the body and the spirit. — Zelda Popkin Copy Share Image
Inspiration is just one requirement for being a writer. Another is keeping regular working hours. — Zelda Popkin Copy Share Image
New York's the place where you can have a private life. You can do anything, be anything you please. New Yorkers mind their own… — Zelda Popkin Copy Share Image
Every door opens to something and it is better to go toward that something than to sit staring at the blank wall of time. — Zelda Popkin Copy Share Image
The newer education put stress on culture ... Saturday mornings, the young were brushed and washed, forced into blue cheviot suits, and dragged to… — Zelda Popkin Copy Share Image
You do not conceive a novel as easily as you conceive a child, nor even half as easily as you create nonfiction work. A… — Zelda Popkin Copy Share Image
of all the deprivations which afflict humankind, none is more dreadful than loneliness. A corrosive, it eats the heart out. People were meant to… — Zelda Popkin Copy Share Image
Destiny is thrifty. To weave her tapestry, she uses even the tiniest snips of thread. — Zelda Popkin Copy Share Image
No war can end war except a total war which leaves no human creature on earth. Each war creates the causes of war: hate,… — Zelda Popkin Copy Share Image
“What he found impossible was to shut off his brain, to detach himself from the intriguing problems with which (he) was involved, or to… — zelda popkin Copy Share Image
Grief is illness. You cannot breathe; you cannot walk or eat or sleep. The sickness is entire, the body and the spirit. — Zelda Popkin Copy Share Image
