Whenever I get lost in a novel I just throw a poem in. What it does is flare up, and it's so illuminated that I'm able to see where to go. I write between these illuminations. — Kate Braverman Copy Share Image
“There is no darkness. It is all inhabited. It is dense with what has been cast off and barely survived, the events that also… — Kate Braverman Copy Share
I have a great ability to improvise verbally and I am very funny on a dime. — Kate Braverman Copy Share
There's a bizarre prejudice that exists in the New York publishing establishment that any work outside the tri-state area is being done by trained… — Kate Braverman Copy Share
“It's not platinum, which suggests constellations and redemption. It's another yellow entirely. Asthma yellow. It comes from rotting petals and camera flashes that permanently… — Kate Braverman Copy Share
I've written books as acts of discovery: things I need to know and that I need to touch. And it's very dangerous work to… — Kate Braverman Copy Share
Women have waited millions of years, growing separate as another species, with visions and priorities no man-words, no man-measurements can comprehend. — Kate Braverman Copy Share
Male critics and men in the publishing industry want from their women writers what they want from their wives. I'm interested in presenting characters… — Kate Braverman Copy Share
I believed in immaculate conception and spontaneous combustion. I believed in aliens from outer space and vampires, prophecy, and the resurrection of the dead.… — Kate Braverman Copy Share
“The place between actual seasons is filled with tiny roses in transition. There are murders and amputations in the garden. There are choirs on… — Kate Braverman Copy Share
The Peruvian flute music is . . . cool. In this music, they have not yet invented the industrial revolution that leads to excessive… — Kate Braverman Copy Share
I know California isn't a real destination. You can't get there from New Jersey, not simply by following a line drawn on a map.… — Kate Braverman Copy Share
“I feel you're far away,” the man might say. He is observing you, calculating, forming equations he may take to a representative of the… — Kate Braverman Copy Share
“walking on boulevards and beaches, examining postcards, studying angles of light and shadow” — Kate Braverman Copy Share
