“At last she turned to the only source she could think of: her mother. Her mother was a journalist, at least in name. True, her mother mostly covered small stories, but journalists found things out.” — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
When you mention to people growing up in Cleveland they bring up the river catching on fire, or LeBron James leaving, they have these… — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
It's so easy, as a writer, to get stuck in your own head, to live in the little worlds you create. To forget that… — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
“All up and down the street the houses looked like any others—but inside them were people who might be happy, or taking refuge, or… — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
No reader wants to sit through the same scene four times in a row, unless they're radically different. — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
Debut novels are difficult because nobody knows you... they just don't find a huge audience, because that's how the market works. — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
We have to figure out why we see the world in different ways and then how are we going to adjust so that we… — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
“I have measured my life with coffee spoons and do I dare to eat a peach?' 'DO I DARE DISTURB THE UNIVERSE?” — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
“No one, she had learned from experience, could stand such silence for long. If you waited long enough, someone would start talking, and more… — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
“Most of the time, everyone deserves more than one chance. We all do things we regret now and then. You just have to carry… — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
“Though she would never quite articulate it this way, resentment began to sheathe concern. ANGER IS FEAR'S BODYGUARD, a poster in the hospital hard… — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
Spend too much time alone with your own words, and your writing grows anemic, in dire need of a transfusion. — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
“Everyone sees race, Lex," said Moody. "The only difference is who pretends not to.” — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
