It’s like the grief has been covered over with some kind of blanket. It’s still there, but the sharpest edges are .. muffled, sort of. Then, ever now and then, I lift the corner of the blanket just to check,… — Anne Tyler Copy Share Image
I have spent so long erecting partitions around the part of me that writes - learning how to close the door on it when ordinary lfe intervenes, how to close the door on ordinary life when it's time to start… — Anne Tyler Copy Share Image
None of my own experiences ever finds its way into my work. However, the stages of my life - motherhood, middle age, etc. -… — Anne Tyler Copy Share Image
For my own family, I would always choose the makeshift, surrogate family formed by various characters unrelated by blood. — Anne Tyler Copy Share Image
Mostly it's lies, writing novels. You set out to tell an untrue story and you try to make it believable, even to yourself. Which… — Anne Tyler Copy Share Image
“You wake in the morning, you’re feeling fine, but all at once you think, “Something’s not right. Something’s off somewhere; what is it?” And… — Anne Tyler Copy Share Image
“...that was Julian for you: reckless. A dashing sailor, a speedy driver, a frequenter of single bars, he was the kind of man who… — Anne Tyler Copy Share Image
“Disaster followed disaster... the hero stuck in there, though. Macon had long ago noticed that all adventure movies had the same moral: Perseverance pays.… — Anne Tyler Copy Share Image
It struck her all at once that dealing with other human beings was an awful lot of work. — Anne Tyler Copy Share Image
“Justine hated pantsuits. Whenever she saw one, she had an urge to tell the owner some scandalous fortune, loudly enough to be heard everywhere:… — Anne Tyler Copy Share Image
