I can't think of anything to write about except families. They are a metaphor for every other part of society. — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
I can't begin to predict how news will be delivered to readers in, say, 100 years. But I do know one thing… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
The closest thing to an outline is, because my memory is so bad now, if something occurs to me that I think… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
We are writers. We danced with words, as children, in what became familiar patterns. The words became our friends and our companions,… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
A safety net of small white lies can be the bedrock of a successful marriage. You wouldn't believe how cheaply I can… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
I think the very best thing about the internet is that I can read all the London papers every day if I… — 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
