“I sat silent, ambushed by love for my sons. And by regret. Regret for the past, when I didn't or couldn't give… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
Mother loved the wind. When I was growing up, she would recite this poem to me. Who has seen the wind? Neither… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
I suppose that, after the passion of love, water rights have caused more trouble than anything else to the human species. — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
“I had forgotten how wonderful it is to stand on a bridge and catch the scent of rain in the air. I had forgotten… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
“Life is like that I thought, as I turned the corner to my building. Freedom has its danger as well as its joys. And… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
“Except for the primitive markers of day and night, time lay ahead of me in continuous, undefined mass.” — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
What is the purpose of memory? Is it a trick to make sure we don't forget who we are by reminding us of who… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
“It used to surprise me, the intensity with which I still remembered these distant memories. But when I entered my fifties...I understood their enduring… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
“A scene," Mary told us, "is a moment when there is some form of tension. A scene leads to the next scene. And a… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
Women, I learned, adapted. At first..they seemed so fragile, so dependent on fathers and husbands and brothers and lovers. Gradually, though, I noticed how… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
“Never mind that I hadn't a clue which path to follow or whether, to echo Robert Frost, the one I took would make all… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
“Being a student meant always looking up to someone wiser and always measuring yourself against that wisdom and knowledge.” — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
“By then I'd knocked around enough to know that, in the end, what adds up to a life is nothing more than the accumulation… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
“As I set out each day, I felt like a young child again. One who hadn't yet learned the rules of manmade time; the… — Alice Steinbach Copy Share Image
