It's hard to explain how much one can love writing. If people knew how happy it can make you, we would all be writing all the time. It's the greatest secret of the world. — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
“It was through Peter that she first understood that the world existed before her, without her. For a few days she could not forgive… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share
I grew up on Cape Cod. We didn't live right on the water, but I could walk to it and did every day. — Andrea Barrett Copy Share
The thing I'm particularly interested in is natural history. In its heyday, the mid- and late-nineteenth century, when people were going out and gathering… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share
By junior high, I was a horrible student. But during my sophomore year of high school, I did have a fabulous English teacher, and… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share
I think the landscape you grow up in probably does mark you in ways you don't even understand. — Andrea Barrett Copy Share
It's hard to explain how much one can love writing. If people knew how happy it can make you, we would all be writing… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share
I wanted to be a scientist. My undergraduate degree is in biology, and I really did think I might go off and be some… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share
I've never known a writer who didn't feel ill at ease in the world. We all feel unhoused in some sense. That's part of… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share
Adrianne Harun's dark, mysterious novel is by turns Gothic and grittily realistic, astute and poetic in its evocation of evil everywhere. — Andrea Barrett Copy Share
“He thought back but Bianca, her foot heavy on the accelerator, thought away . From Rose, their mother, their entire past, books and papers… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share
I'm not adopted. But that longing and that sense of absence ... are perhaps other ways of expressing the actualities of my family. Different… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share
Margot Livesey, my dear friend, reads all the drafts of what I write, and I read hers. We have an intense working relationship. I've… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share
“Slowly, I began to relearn something I’d once grasped but had lost sight of: that emotion—that central element of fiction—derives not from information or… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share
I read a lot, very passionately, from the time I was very young, but it was a constant battle; my mother would more or… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share
