“You're carrying so much excess baggage,” a therapist she saw only once had told her. He was employing the expensive sifting-of-tea-leaves voice that she holds with utmost contempt. “Baggage?” Julia had repeated. She stood up. “Like I'm dragging bundles of… — Kate Braverman Copy Share Image
Like I'm dragging bundles of old clothes? I'm carrying artifacts that breathe fire. I'm talking about a language of smoke. These are three-dimensional creatures that can mate. I'd no more leave them go by the side of the trail than… — 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 Image
I have a great ability to improvise verbally and I am very funny on a dime. — Kate Braverman Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
All my friends are artists, so I am used to collective agony as a mode. — Kate Braverman Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“walking on boulevards and beaches, examining postcards, studying angles of light and shadow” — Kate Braverman Copy Share Image
