The writing life is one long, never-ending search for narrative. Well, it's not even a conscious searching. It happens even while you're… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
Things shouldn't hinge on so very little. Sneeze and you're highway carnage. Remove one tiny stone and you're an avalanche statistic. But… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
The whole notion of pain, and how every individual experiences pain, is up for debate. We don't know how another person experiences… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“...it was ludicrous to think that we could just talk our way out of shame, that shame was necessary, that it prevented… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“When negative experiences such as having one's house shot at occur in my dad's life he tends to come alive. His confusion… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“Shoo the sparrow away and get on with supper. This is the first part of my new life strategy.” — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“I could see my mother's beater Chevy way down below in the parking lot and I pushed the green button on her… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
I stare out the window and reflect on the similarity between writing and saving a life and the inevitable failure of one's… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“Maybe she was enjoying a moment in her life, a sliver of light, a flash memory of one of her kids, something… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
Is it wrong to trust in a beautiful lie if it helps you get through life? — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
There are so many things in my life that would be completely not on within the conservative church. And yet I think… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“She was a strange, unsettled planet that had had once sustained life. She was a language that I had thought I almost… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
In writing fiction, I can be free. I can use my life. The raw material is my experiences. — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“She says isn't it funny how every second, every minute, every day, month, year, is accounted for, capable of being named -… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“I told her [...] that I would bow down before her suffering with compassion, that she could control her life, that I… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
'Cue for Treason,' by Geoffrey Trease, radicalized my young girl brain and made me want to be a gender-bending, sonnet-writing anarchist. It… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“I was beginning to understand something I couldn't articulate. It was a jazzy feeling in my chest, a fluttering, a kind of… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“Everything in life, except her kids, made her impatient. She had tried to do a million things. She'd wanted to be a… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
At one point in my life, I wanted to do a master's degree in Irish literature, but I ended up getting pregnant… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“He would be admitting to himself that life has suddenly become very short, very precious, that soon he'll no longer exist, that… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
Her faith in a loving and forgiving God is strong, but she worships laughter. — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“I heard Tash say: Nomi, you’re sad man. Get a grip. Walk away. What have I taught you? And I thought: You taught me… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“Where are they going to get a camera? I asked. I don't know, said Noehmi. They'll probably get sidetracked along the way. Or they'll… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“Nomi, he said, you just need to wake up to the fact that other people need to know where you're going. But there's nobody… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
I would never want to deny my Mennonite background and culture; I'll always feel like and be identified as a Mennonite and therefore possess… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“When I opened up the bottle of wine, Thebes said whoa, you yanked that cork out of there like you were saving it from… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
The writing life is one long, never-ending search for narrative. Well, it's not even a conscious searching. It happens even while you're busy buying… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“I think Ray might have wanted a son. One night when I was seven or eight I announced to my family that I wanted… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
The theme of sisters - of missing sisters, of needing sisters, the special love that sisters share or the antagonism sisters share - is… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“..I followed her out the door and watched her walk down the road towards home, hers, and the bright yard light, and her own… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“someday you’ll be gone, you’ll be dust, and then even less than dust. Nothing. There’s no other place to be. This world is good… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
