In fact, not knowing is a necessary condition of writing for me. I don't know how else to reach something unexpected. I have to be as in the dark as my characters. — Marisa Silver Copy Share Image
Writing, for me, is always a dance between the critical part of my brain and the subconscious. — Marisa Silver Copy Share
“When Doris had died so long ago, it was weeks before Mary could think clearly and remember what she was supposed to do the… — Marisa Silver Copy Share
I guess I'm drawn to stories of people whose physicality puts them on the outside of things in order to explore the ways in… — Marisa Silver Copy Share
“Such arrogance. A right of youth, he supposes, a necessity. How else is it possible to face the terrifying void of your unformed self… — Marisa Silver Copy Share
But every age deserves its fashion and its forms, and no one can control what survives. — Marisa Silver Copy Share
I'm interested in endurance. People persist in the face of the most excruciating hardships. — Marisa Silver Copy Share
The story has to flow from an unstructured, felt place, but then I have to bring my analytical brain to bear on issues of… — Marisa Silver Copy Share
Things, very strange things, happen in folktales and there is never much attention given to the whys and wherefores. — Marisa Silver Copy Share
“What right did she have to take photographs of strangers? But she knew these faces…These people had been made to feel inadequate, abnormal. Their… — Marisa Silver Copy Share
“A picture doesn't bring someone to life. A picture is a death of the moment when the picture is taken. Whenever you look at… — Marisa Silver Copy Share
“For the first time, her singularity, the fact that she felt different from every person she knew, made sense to her, and she realized… — Marisa Silver Copy Share
“But sometimes you can spend a lot of sorrow trying to change things for the better, when what was first was best. Its only… — Marisa Silver Copy Share
Because answers are inert things that stop inquiry. They make you think you have finished looking. But you are never finished. There are always… — Marisa Silver Copy Share
