I grew up as an only child with a single mother. Because we were poor and because I knew my father had… — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
“A mother's happiness; something you recognize and then forget; it didn't seem to matter much, though it spread through our bodies.” — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
Once upon a time, my mother lived in the posh downtown of Homs, Syria. She described my grandfather as a king in… — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
I eventually made the reunion with my father that I'd used as a default daydream throughout my childhood, but by then, we'd… — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
Everybody in America grew up without a father even if they had one. It was the fifties. They were working. — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
“Too many times I'd left him reaching for me, from a babysitter's arms. "Am I still a mother?" I asked myself... What… — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
When I was in high school in Los Angeles, my mother, who was a speech therapist, agreed to stay over the weekend… — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
If a mother is sitting in a chair at the office, someone needs to be at home with her child. In some… — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
The first person besides my mother who believed in me was a man whose last name I never knew. He was my… — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
My mother was a single parent, a speech therapist who worked for a company that kept a substantial percentage of the income… — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
“These stories depressed me. Love ruined people's lives, the way our parents said drugs could.” — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
Even as a feminist, my whole life I'd been waiting for a man to love, who could love me. For decades, I'd… — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
I grew up with a single mother, and although we didn't have a lot of money, she cared a great deal about… — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
“Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary? Does it improve upon the silence?” — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
I've never had an exclusive relationship to a room where I write. I used to want one. — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
I grew up as an only child with a single mother. Because we were poor and because I knew my father had emigrated from… — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
“A mother's happiness; something you recognize and then forget; it didn't seem to matter much, though it spread through our bodies.” — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
I'm a simple cook, and there's a lot I don't eat. But food is important. It translates so easily into pleasure. — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
I knew I would hate my best memory because it would prove that people could fake love or that love could end or worst… — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
Once upon a time, my mother lived in the posh downtown of Homs, Syria. She described my grandfather as a king in a storybook,… — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
In my 30s, I wrote in the back house of a ramshackle Spanish Revival we rented across from the ocean in the Santa Monica… — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
I read a lot of books about psychopaths. I read a wonderful book Amy Hempel gave me about the guy who created criminal profiling… — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
Fashion is what seems beautiful now but looks ugly later; art can be ugly at first but it becomes beautiful later. — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
I eventually made the reunion with my father that I'd used as a default daydream throughout my childhood, but by then, we'd both outgrown… — Mona Simpson Copy Share Image
