The 1992 US Olympic basketball team is the best sports team ever, the equivalent of rounding up the greatest American writers of… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Maybe I had three children in the first place so I wouldn't ever have to play board games. In my religion, martyrs… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
I do not like football, which I think of as a game in which two tractors approach each other from opposite directions… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
There are a million moving parts to raising kids, and you can't always anticipate them all, especially when they are teenagers and… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
There are those of us who believe that under certain conditions the cruelest thing you can do to people you love is… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
I think books in which people are really happy and things are going well are probably the most challenging novels there are to write,… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Trying to be perfect may be inevitable for people who are smart and ambitious and interested in the world and its good opinion...What is… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Sometimes change came all at once, with a sound like a fire taking hold of dry wood and paper, with a roar that rose… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
knowledge of our own mortality is the greatest gift God ever gives us. — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
You teach your 16-year-old with your heart in your mouth to be a good driver and none of that makes any difference when some… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Every reader, I suspect, has a book like this somewhere in his or her past, a book that seemed to hold within it, at… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
“I’ve finally recognized my body for what it is: a personality-delivery system, designed expressly to carry my character from place to place, now and… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
“In England I am always madam; I arrived too late to ever be a miss. In New York I have only been madamed once,… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
“Yet there was always in me, even when I was very small, the sense that I ought to be somewhere else. And wander I… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
