I see ghosts everywhere, and that is partially a function of my being incredibly near-sighted and reading way too late into the night. — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
“But my best friend from college was silent for a long time. She, of all of my friends, had seen the parade of sad… — Lauren Groff Copy Share
You had to pick up a landline to make sure your best friend wore a matching outfit to school. I do remember people talking… — Lauren Groff Copy Share
“Then, when we had done so, we put our hands upon the freezing cold monster, our monster. And this is what we felt: vertigo,… — Lauren Groff Copy Share
I see history as really cyclical in terms of the intense idealism, and the desire to create a better life outside of societal norms. — Lauren Groff Copy Share
“He thinks of the rotten parachute they played with as kids in Arcadia: they hurtle through life aging unimaginably fast, but each grasps a… — Lauren Groff Copy Share
I love writing from enclosed spaces: you really learn about your characters when they have tight walls to push against. — Lauren Groff Copy Share
“[Still apparent in him, the tiny boy, mewling in cold and hunger. It’s less delicious, this badness bred from survival.]” — Lauren Groff Copy Share
Even still, we run. We have not reached our average of 57.92 years without knowing that you run through it, and it hurts and… — Lauren Groff Copy Share
I had a series of terrible jobs, whatever would allow me to write for four hours during the day. During that time I wrote… — Lauren Groff Copy Share
“The stories themselves aren't what moves him now...What moves him are the shadowy people behind the stories, the workers weary from their days, gathering… — Lauren Groff Copy Share
“Even still, we run. We have not reached our average of 57.92 years without knowing that you run through it, and it hurts worse,… — Lauren Groff Copy Share
But I've married a deeply sensible person who is extremely good at talking me down from my various ledges, and who takes care of… — Lauren Groff Copy Share
“They sit here in the darkness, trusting. That the coffee will be hot and unpoisoned. That no raging madman will come in with a… — Lauren Groff Copy Share
