Does love always form, like a pearl, around the hardened bits of life? — 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
Critics, how I would love if you could clear the word 'sentimental' from your minds. — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“He kisses—how do I explain it? Like someone in love. Like he has nothing to lose. Like someone who has just learned… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“Young people are inept at love; it is like being given a flying machine, and you leap inside, ready to set off… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“Where is the real Less? Less the young man terrified of love? The dead-serious Less of twenty-five years ago? Well, he has… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“All I wanted was love. A simple thing, a timeless thing. When men want love they sing for it, or smile for… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“A shrew, a wife, a whore. Those seemed to be my choices. I ask any man reading this, how could you decide… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
Perhaps love is a minor madness. And as with madness, it's unendurable alone. The one person who can relieve us is of… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“How do you make someone love you? For the very young, there can be nothing harder in the world. You may try… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“It is almost another kind of love, being loved. It is the same heat but from another room; it is the same… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“I say this simply as a woman rattling the cage to be free. And what do I mean by free? Just to… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
It is a brave and stupid thing, a beautiful thing, to waste one's life for love. — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“There on the dune, beside the table, one of the camel boys has his arm around the other, and they sit there… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“We think we know the ones we love. Our husbands, our wives. We know them - we are them, sometimes; when separated… — 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
“People always say the greatest love story in the world is Romeo and Juliet. I don't know. At fourteen, at seventeen, I… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“He kisses--how do I explain it? Like someone in love. Like he has nothing to lose. Like someone who has just learned… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
I love going to writers' colonies in pastoral settings where there's nothing to do but either walk around or read a book… — 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
