She saw herself riding in the passenger seat, Sam behind the wheel. Like two of those little peg people in a toy… — Anne Tyler Copy Share Image
I write because I want more than one life; I insist on a wider selection. It’s greed, plain and simple. When my… — Anne Tyler Copy Share Image
I mean you're given all these lessons for the unimportant things--piano-playing, typing. You're given years and years of lessons in how to… — 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 Image
For my own family, I would always choose the makeshift, surrogate family formed by various characters unrelated by blood. — Anne Tyler Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“...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 Image
“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 Image
It struck her all at once that dealing with other human beings was an awful lot of work. — Anne Tyler Copy Share Image
“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 Image
