“Why do you haunt me? You, like a tattoo on my tongue, like the bay leaf at the bottom of every pan.… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
Awkwardness is where tension is, and tension is where the story is. It's also where the comedy is, which I'm interested in;… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“I loved to say quasi. I was saying it now a lot, instead of sort of, or kind of, and it had… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Guns, she was reminded then, were not for girls. They were for boys. They were invented by boys. They were invented by… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
A funny line can never exist on its own. It needs to be surrounded by mood and circumstances. — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“I watched my friend Eleanor give birth," she said. "Once you've seen a child born, you realize a baby's not much more… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
But I believed in starting over. There was finally, I knew, only rupture and hurt and falling short between all persons, but, Shirley, the… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
I'm very interested in what people will do for money. Money: it's timeless. — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“One of the problems with people in Chicago, she remembered, was that they were never lonely at the same time. Their sadness occurred in… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“If you had forgotten, it would quickly come back to you. Aloneness was like riding a bike. At gunpoint. With the gun in your… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Observing others go through them, he used to admire midlife crises, the courage and shamelessness and existential daring of them, but after he'd watched… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
Start dating someone who is funny, someone who has what in high school you called a "really great sense of humor" and what now… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Amber was not shy. If she had been shy, not one of us would be at Perkins right now.” — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Farmers aren't rich. They have land but no money." Actually, my father didn't even have that much land. He had once stood on the… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“My grandmother, who, when I visited, stared at me with the staggering, arrogant stare of the dying, the wise vapidity of the already gone;… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
