With my father and sister being very depressed for most of their lives, it was incumbent on me to try to make… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“My mother tells Tina that she doesn't like books where the protagonist is established as Sad on page one. Okay, she's sad!… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
I remember a very nurturing, safe environment: everybody knew who I was, who my parents were, who my grandparents were, what part… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
My father died beside trees on iron rails... He had 77 dollars on him at the time, and we used the money… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
Her faith in a loving and forgiving God is strong, but she worships laughter. — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“I heard Tash say: Nomi, you’re sad man. Get a grip. Walk away. What have I taught you? And I thought: You taught me… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“Where are they going to get a camera? I asked. I don't know, said Noehmi. They'll probably get sidetracked along the way. Or they'll… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“Nomi, he said, you just need to wake up to the fact that other people need to know where you're going. But there's nobody… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
I would never want to deny my Mennonite background and culture; I'll always feel like and be identified as a Mennonite and therefore possess… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“When I opened up the bottle of wine, Thebes said whoa, you yanked that cork out of there like you were saving it from… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
The writing life is one long, never-ending search for narrative. Well, it's not even a conscious searching. It happens even while you're busy buying… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“I think Ray might have wanted a son. One night when I was seven or eight I announced to my family that I wanted… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
The theme of sisters - of missing sisters, of needing sisters, the special love that sisters share or the antagonism sisters share - is… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“..I followed her out the door and watched her walk down the road towards home, hers, and the bright yard light, and her own… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“someday you’ll be gone, you’ll be dust, and then even less than dust. Nothing. There’s no other place to be. This world is good… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
