“All I wanted was love. A simple thing, a timeless thing. When men want love they sing for it, or smile for it, or pay for it. And what do women do? They choose. And their lives are struck like… — 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 whether to be a villain, a worker, or a plaything? A man would refuse to choose; a man… — 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
