The tricky thing about being a writer, or about being any kind of artist, is that in addition to making art you… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
We have different kinds of intimacy with many, many people. I'm disappointed by well-written novels that only deal with two or three… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
You can’t control what other people think about your art. Think about the part of yourself that you can control, which is… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“Some people are born to make great art and others are born to appreciate it. Don't you think? It is a kind… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
The kind of love that offers its life so easily, so stupidly, is always the love that is not returned. — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
Our friendship was like our writing in some ways. It was the only thing that was interesting about our otherwise dull lives.… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
I have been accused of being a Pollyanna, but I think there are plenty of people dealing with the darker side of… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
I have been accused of being a Pollyanna, but I think there are plenty of people dealing with the darker side of… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
I can't write the book I want to write, but I can and will write the book I am capable of writing. — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“Without worry to protect me, every thought that came into my mind received real attention.” — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“I wrote the last sentence of The Patron Saint of Liars in early April and stumbled out of my apartment and into the beautiful… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“In the future, he will try to say her name enough, but he never can.” — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
My novels are very much the same, as I think many people's novels are. — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“He was in love, and never had he felt such kindness towards another person.” — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
If I was a waitress, I was too tired at the end of the day when I came home to try to write. — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“She didn't know how to hate her mother yet, but every time she left her father crying in the airport she came that much… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“When you think of love you think as an American. You must think like a Russian. It is a more expansive view.' 'Americans havea… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
