But editors are still the world's readers. And thus the eyes of the world. — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
In discovering books, you became free to explore the full range of human motives, desires, secrets, and lies. All my life, people have scolded… — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
Tomorrow, I am fifty-two years old. And I want to say unequivocally that I am very happy to be alive, that being alive is… — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
I wondered if I was just the sum of my brain scan, little dots clustered in my frontal lobe. Is that where the poems… — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
“I hadn't been able to trust since the age of four. I was torn between wanting to be cradled and telling the world to… — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
“All writers are like bomb-throwers, whether they attack with dense academic prose or jazzy riffs of stream-of-consciousness writing.” — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change. The courage to change the things I can. And the wisdom… — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
The world doesn’t fully make sense until the writer has secured his version of it on the page. And the act of writing is… — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
“For most writers, reading is also a very intense experience; they don’t read so much as compete. The writer measure’s himself against every text… — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
The writer labors in isolation, yet all that intensive, lonely work is in the service of communicating, is an attempt to reach another person. — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
The world doesn't fully make sense until the writer has secured his version of it on the page. And the act of writing is… — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
Indeed, the great paradox of the writer's life is how much time he spends alone trying to connect with other people. — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
“For the writer who truly loves language, a trip to the copy editor is like a week at a spa. You come out looking… — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
When an editor works with an author, she cannot help seeing into the medicine cabinet of his soul. All the terrible emotions, the desire… — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
