I had a thought, on the way home from the rock field, that the things we don't know about a person are the things that make them human, and it made me feel sad to think that, but sad in… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“Tina nods sagely and says yes and then something in Plautdietsch, probably something like heck yeah do we ever know what sad is. Sadness is what holds our bones in place.” — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
Her faith in a loving and forgiving God is strong, but she worships laughter. — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“I heard Tash say: Nomi, you’re sad man. Get a grip. Walk away. What have I taught you? And I thought: You taught me… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“Where are they going to get a camera? I asked. I don't know, said Noehmi. They'll probably get sidetracked along the way. Or they'll… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“Nomi, he said, you just need to wake up to the fact that other people need to know where you're going. But there's nobody… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
I would never want to deny my Mennonite background and culture; I'll always feel like and be identified as a Mennonite and therefore possess… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“When I opened up the bottle of wine, Thebes said whoa, you yanked that cork out of there like you were saving it from… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
The writing life is one long, never-ending search for narrative. Well, it's not even a conscious searching. It happens even while you're busy buying… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“I think Ray might have wanted a son. One night when I was seven or eight I announced to my family that I wanted… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
The theme of sisters - of missing sisters, of needing sisters, the special love that sisters share or the antagonism sisters share - is… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“..I followed her out the door and watched her walk down the road towards home, hers, and the bright yard light, and her own… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“someday you’ll be gone, you’ll be dust, and then even less than dust. Nothing. There’s no other place to be. This world is good… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
