“When Doris had died so long ago, it was weeks before Mary could think clearly and remember what she was supposed to do the next minute and then the minute after that. Even though Doris had shown Mary how to… — Marisa Silver Copy Share
Writing, for me, is always a dance between the critical part of my brain and the subconscious. — Marisa Silver Copy Share Image
“When Doris had died so long ago, it was weeks before Mary could think clearly and remember what she was supposed to do the next minute and then the minute after that. Even though Doris had shown Mary how to get rid of the chiggers that burrowed under the skin or how to add potatoes to bread to make it… — Marisa Silver Copy Share
I guess I'm drawn to stories of people whose physicality puts them on the outside of things in order to explore the ways in… — Marisa Silver Copy Share Image
“Such arrogance. A right of youth, he supposes, a necessity. How else is it possible to face the terrifying void of your unformed self… — Marisa Silver Copy Share Image
But every age deserves its fashion and its forms, and no one can control what survives. — Marisa Silver Copy Share Image
I'm interested in endurance. People persist in the face of the most excruciating hardships. — Marisa Silver Copy Share Image
The story has to flow from an unstructured, felt place, but then I have to bring my analytical brain to bear on issues of… — Marisa Silver Copy Share Image
Things, very strange things, happen in folktales and there is never much attention given to the whys and wherefores. — Marisa Silver Copy Share Image
“What right did she have to take photographs of strangers? But she knew these faces…These people had been made to feel inadequate, abnormal. Their… — Marisa Silver Copy Share Image
Why did people try to shush trouble away as if it were an unruly child? — Marisa Silver Copy Share Image
“A picture doesn't bring someone to life. A picture is a death of the moment when the picture is taken. Whenever you look at… — Marisa Silver Copy Share Image
