There's some muscle group around your shoulders that seizes up during the perfection dance and doesn't let go until you are asleep,… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
It's important to remember that feminism is no longer a group of organizations or leaders. It's the expectations that parents have for… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Women writers of all people should know better than to pigeonhole women, put them in little groups, the smart one, the sweet… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
It's what the Taliban does in Afghanistan, it's what gets done in the Middle East, and it's clearly something that certain mainly… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
On the other hand, I think that Governor Romney has to worry that his turnout is going to be low, that he… — 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
