They were like people who run to meet, holding out their arms, but their aim is wrong; they pass each other and keep running. — Anne Tyler Copy Share Image
None of my own experiences ever finds its way into my work. However, the stages of my life - motherhood, middle age, etc. -… — Anne Tyler Copy Share
For my own family, I would always choose the makeshift, surrogate family formed by various characters unrelated by blood. — Anne Tyler Copy Share
Mostly it's lies, writing novels. You set out to tell an untrue story and you try to make it believable, even to yourself. Which… — Anne Tyler Copy Share
“You wake in the morning, you’re feeling fine, but all at once you think, “Something’s not right. Something’s off somewhere; what is it?” And… — Anne Tyler Copy Share
“...that was Julian for you: reckless. A dashing sailor, a speedy driver, a frequenter of single bars, he was the kind of man who… — Anne Tyler Copy Share
“Disaster followed disaster... the hero stuck in there, though. Macon had long ago noticed that all adventure movies had the same moral: Perseverance pays.… — Anne Tyler Copy Share
It struck her all at once that dealing with other human beings was an awful lot of work. — Anne Tyler Copy Share
“Justine hated pantsuits. Whenever she saw one, she had an urge to tell the owner some scandalous fortune, loudly enough to be heard everywhere:… — Anne Tyler Copy Share
My family can always tell when I'm well into a novel because the meals get very crummy. — Anne Tyler Copy Share
“She liked to think that she was wearing her beauty out—using it up, she liked to think. She took some satisfaction in it, like… — Anne Tyler Copy Share
