“People who were dying: their minds always raced past whatever was being said, and still the pain went faster, leapfrogging ahead.” — Ann Beattie Copy Share Image
Clouds are poems, and the most moving poems linger on the blackboard so long, written in cursive so lovely, they also exist inside our… — Ann Beattie Copy Share Image
If you could have a book called My Favorite Six Stories, I don't think I'd have trouble doing that. — Ann Beattie Copy Share Image
“This is a story, told the way you say stories should be told: Somebody grew up, fell in love, and spent a winter with her lover in the country. This, of course, is the barest outline, and futile to discuss. It’s as pointless as throwing birdseed on the ground while snow still falls fast. Who expects small things to survive… — Ann Beattie Copy Share
“This is a story, told the way you say stories should be told: Somebody grew up, fell in love, and spent a winter with her lover in the country. This, of course, is the barest outline, and futile to discuss. It’s as pointless as throwing birdseed on the ground while snow still falls fast. Who expects small things to survive… — Ann Beattie Copy Share
There is some reason, obviously, that you are drawn to your material, but the way in which you explore it might come to be… — Ann Beattie Copy Share Image
Also minimalism is a term that all of us who share so little in common and who are lumped together as minimalists are not… — Ann Beattie Copy Share Image
Italics provide a wonderful advantage: you see, right away, that the words are in a rush. When something exists at a slant, you can't… — Ann Beattie Copy Share Image
I like a lot of Margaret Atwood, I like much of Alice Munro. Again, if you were to ask me about male writers, there's… — Ann Beattie Copy Share Image
