In architecture, space was a material to be shaped, even created. For these men, the material was silence. Silence like water in which you could drown, the absence of talk as constricting as the absence of air. — Amy Waldman Copy Share Image
I'm kind of a mash-up of taste - Graham Greene and Jane Austen; W.G. Sebald and Alice Munro. — Amy Waldman Copy Share Image
Nothing in life gets dropped without someone else having to pick it up. — Amy Waldman Copy Share Image
I wasn't sitting around years ago thinking, 'I really want to write a novel. — Amy Waldman Copy Share Image
“She ate ramen noodles from the vending machine, their texture just a few molecular recombinations from the Styrofoam cup containing them.” — Amy Waldman Copy Share Image
My children, who are almost two: watching them develop has made me pay much closer attention to how we become who we are. — Amy Waldman Copy Share Image
In life, redemption was walking up the down escalator: stop to congratulate yourself, and back you slid. — Amy Waldman Copy Share Image
Perhaps this was the secret to being at peace: want nothing but what is given to you. — Amy Waldman Copy Share Image
My parents are aging and there are difficult issues. It's strange to have children at the beginning of life and parents nearing the end. — Amy Waldman Copy Share Image
Imagination, it turns out, is a great deal like reporting in your own head. Here is a paradox of fiction-writing. You are crafting something… — Amy Waldman Copy Share Image
“Don't succumb to the fear; don't mistake the absolutism of Khan's opposition for morality” — Amy Waldman Copy Share Image
