Does love always form, like a pearl, around the hardened bits of life? — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
I was raised Unitarian, and my mother said she took us to church so that we wouldn't get religious later in life. — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“A burned-out face trying not to break open at the horror he has seen. The way they look at you, those poor… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
You can sort of start to write around 10. You also become a good reader around that time, and you want to… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
Here was a thing that would grow old; here was a thing that would turn beautiful and lose that beauty, that would… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
No one would have known, from how he held my hand, [that] over the years of heartache he had hatched a plot… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“There is a truth that everyone knows but you. Each of us has it; no one is immune. Not a secret, not… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“We are each the love of someone's life --- The Confessions of Max Tivoli” — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“How often in life do people make that awful sacrifice, that murder of possibilities?” — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
It takes too much imagination to see the sorrows of people we take for happy. Their real battles take place, like those of the… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
They say you hit your stride as a writer at about 50. I'm hoping to do that. — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“Then I traveled. Quite a bit, in fact. You have to stockpile a few beautiful vistas in your memory, Pearlie. In case we're rationed… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“To give up a marriage - someone unmarried might imagine it's like giving up a seat in a theater, or sacrificing a trick in… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“Standing on the deck of a San Francisco ferryboat, in a gray suit so precisely the same colour as the fog that he seems… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“A rosewater smell from the box summoned, instantly, a dictatorial woman with a tight bun, hectoring him with questions. The cut, the buttons, the… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
Does love always form, like a pearl, around the hardened bits of life? — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
I was raised Unitarian, and my mother said she took us to church so that we wouldn't get religious later in life. — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
A downside to being a successful novelist? Wow - I can't imagine one. — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
