What usually happens is that when I'm nearing the end of one novel a vague idea about what I want to do… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
If you want to write what the world is about, you have to write details...real life is in the dishes. Real life… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Look around at the azaleas making fuchsia star bursts in spring; look at a full moon hanging silver in a black sky… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Being accused of making money by selling sex in Hollywood, home of the casting couch and the gratuitous nude scene, is so… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
I read and walked for miles at night along the beach, writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
I think books in which people are really happy and things are going well are probably the most challenging novels there are to write,… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Trying to be perfect may be inevitable for people who are smart and ambitious and interested in the world and its good opinion...What is… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Sometimes change came all at once, with a sound like a fire taking hold of dry wood and paper, with a roar that rose… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
knowledge of our own mortality is the greatest gift God ever gives us. — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
You teach your 16-year-old with your heart in your mouth to be a good driver and none of that makes any difference when some… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Every reader, I suspect, has a book like this somewhere in his or her past, a book that seemed to hold within it, at… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
“I’ve finally recognized my body for what it is: a personality-delivery system, designed expressly to carry my character from place to place, now and… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
“In England I am always madam; I arrived too late to ever be a miss. In New York I have only been madamed once,… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
“Yet there was always in me, even when I was very small, the sense that I ought to be somewhere else. And wander I… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
