“Denial, when one was accused, was a life force, and would trump any desire to confess. Perhaps this was the animal strength… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Mave believed that not being able to see your life clearly, to scrutinize it intelligently, meant that probably you were at the… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“But this is the kind of thing that fiction is: it's the unlivable life, the strange room tacked onto the house, the… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
(Such a life)engaged gross quantities of hope and despair and set them wildly side by side, like a Third World country of… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
She was unequal to anyone's wistfulness. She had made too little of her life. Its loneliness shamed her like a crime. — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“In the Dictionary 'lumpy jaw' comes just before 'lunacy,' but in life there are no such clues. Suddenly, for no reason, you… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
A story is a kind of biopsy of human life. A story is both local, specific, small, and deep, in a kind… — 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
