Writing is the act of saying "I," of imposing oneself upon other people, of saying "listen to me, see it my way,… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
“There was silence. Something real was happening: this was, as it were, her life. If she could keep that in mind she… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
“I used to tell John my dreams, not to understand them but to get rid of them, clear my mind for the… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
In many ways, writing is the act of saying 'I,' of imposing oneself upon other people, of saying, 'Listen to me, see… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
The arrangement of the words matters, and the arrangement you want can be found in the picture in your mind. The picture… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
Once, in a dry season, I wrote in large letters across two pages of a notebook that innocence ends when one is… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
California is a place in which a boom mentality and a sense of Chekhovian loss meet in uneasy suspension; in which the… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
This book is called "Blue Nights" because at the time I began it I found my mind turning increasingly to illness, to… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
“All I knew was what I wasn’t, and it took me some years to discover what I was. Which was a writer.… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
“Self-respect is a discipline, a habit of mind that can never be faked but can be developed, trained, coaxed forth. It was… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
To shift the structure of a sentence alters the meaning of that sentence, as definitely and inflexibly as the position of a camera alters… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
I work every day. Sometimes I don't accomplish anything every day, but if I don't work every day, I get depressed and get afraid… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
California is a place in which a boom mentality and a sense of Chekhovian loss meet in uneasy suspension. — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
“Why did I write it down? In order to remember, of course, but exactly what was it I wanted to remember? How much of… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
I no longer want reminders of what was, what got broken, what got lost, what got wasted. — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
My mother 'gave teas' the way other mothers breathed. Her own mother 'gave teas.' All of their friends 'gave teas,' each involving butter cookies… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
I'm not very interested in people. I recognize it in myself - there is a basic indifference toward people. — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
“Was there ever in anyone's life span a point free in time, devoid of memory, a point when choice was any more than sum… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
“Research to date has shown that, like many other stressors, grief frequently leads to changes in the endocrine, immune, autonomic nervous, and cardiovascular systems;… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
“By the end of the week she was thinking constantly about where her body stopped and the air began about the exact point in… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
