“Ed Lim’s daughter, Monique, was a junior now, but as she’d grown up, he and his wife had noted with dismay that there were no dolls that looked like her. At ten, Monique had begun poring over a mail-order doll… — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
When you mention to people growing up in Cleveland they bring up the river catching on fire, or LeBron James leaving, they have these… — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
It's so easy, as a writer, to get stuck in your own head, to live in the little worlds you create. To forget that… — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
“All up and down the street the houses looked like any others—but inside them were people who might be happy, or taking refuge, or… — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
No reader wants to sit through the same scene four times in a row, unless they're radically different. — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
Debut novels are difficult because nobody knows you... they just don't find a huge audience, because that's how the market works. — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
We have to figure out why we see the world in different ways and then how are we going to adjust so that we… — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
“I have measured my life with coffee spoons and do I dare to eat a peach?' 'DO I DARE DISTURB THE UNIVERSE?” — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
“No one, she had learned from experience, could stand such silence for long. If you waited long enough, someone would start talking, and more… — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
“Most of the time, everyone deserves more than one chance. We all do things we regret now and then. You just have to carry… — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
“Though she would never quite articulate it this way, resentment began to sheathe concern. ANGER IS FEAR'S BODYGUARD, a poster in the hospital hard… — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
Spend too much time alone with your own words, and your writing grows anemic, in dire need of a transfusion. — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
“Everyone sees race, Lex," said Moody. "The only difference is who pretends not to.” — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
