I confess, right at the start, to the doubts - and sometimes outright dreads - that go with me as I climb the stairs to my study in the morning, coffee mug in hand: I have to admit to the… — Gail Godwin Copy Share Image
“I contemplated how I was going to get through the rest of the day and felt the onset of a terror I thought I had outgrown. I hated it when these clusters started to form. One unwelcome subject sought out its counterparts—farewells, people leaving and never coming back, ambulances… And then those counterparts attracted similar old hurts and horrors until… — Gail Godwin Copy Share
“People commit thousands of small suicides every day that go unnoticed” — Gail Godwin Copy Share Image
There are two kinds of people. One kind, you can just tell by looking at them at what point they congealed into their final selves. It might be a very nice self, but you know you can expect no more surprises from it. Whereas, the other kind keep moving, changing... They are fluid. They keep moving forward and making new… — Gail Godwin Copy Share
None of us suddenly becomes something overnight. The preparations have been in the making for lifetime. — Gail Godwin Copy Share Image
The best antidote I have found is to yearn for something. As long as you yearn, you can't congeal: There is a forward motion… — Gail Godwin Copy Share Image
The characters that I create are parts of myself and I send them on little missions to find out what I don’t know yet. — Gail Godwin Copy Share Image
During the act of writing I have told myself something that I didn't know I knew. — Gail Godwin Copy Share Image
“Yes, if you believed in words, if you lived by words, you had better be careful which words you say and how you say… — Gail Godwin Copy Share Image
