“Coup de foudre; perhaps it was real. One went from believing, when twenty, that it was the one kind of love that was real, to believing, once closer to forty, that it was not only fragile but false--the inferior, infantile,… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
Innocence as we understand it in our culture is very theatrical. The flip side is, if you're charming enough, you can get away with… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
“Coup de foudre; perhaps it was real. One went from believing, when twenty, that it was the one kind of love that was real,… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
It's pathetic, but I don't really remember my first time reading 'The Great Gatsby.' I must have read it in high school. I'm pretty… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
The most shocking act, closely examined, is just a louder version of some habitual gesture. — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
I've at times in my past been so unhappy, and thought, like, 'I would give anything for this not to be happening.' And, you… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
“So perhaps it was her grief I felt as I gazed on this child not mine, and not even much of a child anymore.… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
I always try to avoid looking at the section where my books would be shelved, but I do know that my most reliable neighbor… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
I've never written a book with an outline or a predetermined theme. It's only in retrospect that themes or subjects become identifiable. That's the… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
It's still funny for me to think of myself as someone who writes historical fiction because it seems like a really fusty, musty term,… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
“I didn't grasp that desire and duty could rival each other, least of all that they most often did.” — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
I stopped writing short fiction early on - I was never really good at it, and I never liked the results. So I stopped… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
“And I remembered now, too, my inadvertent youthful condescension, when the woman had said, apologizing for some information she couldn't recall, "I still remember… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
“Something crossed his face, a pure motion like wind over water--I couldn't have guessed what emotion it was. "I'll miss you," he said.” — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
I was the daughter of an immigrant, raised to feel that I needed to get excellent, flawless grades and a full scholarship and a… — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
“I couldn't let you believe we'd keep going, when we'd already lasted too long.” — Susan Choi Copy Share Image
