“Margaret herself hadn't known her body was a parish bell tolling at every heartbreak she heard of, and that night with Pete calmly sitting on the edge of her favorite chair, invading her private room with words this room was… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share
It takes too much imagination to see the sorrows of people we take for happy. Their real battles take place, like those of the… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
They say you hit your stride as a writer at about 50. I'm hoping to do that. — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“Then I traveled. Quite a bit, in fact. You have to stockpile a few beautiful vistas in your memory, Pearlie. In case we're rationed… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“To give up a marriage - someone unmarried might imagine it's like giving up a seat in a theater, or sacrificing a trick in bridge for the possibility of better, later. But it is harsher than anyone could realize: a hot invisible fire, burning pieces of hope and fantasy, and charred bits of the past. It had to go, however,… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share
“Standing on the deck of a San Francisco ferryboat, in a gray suit so precisely the same colour as the fog that he seems… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
“A rosewater smell from the box summoned, instantly, a dictatorial woman with a tight bun, hectoring him with questions. The cut, the buttons, the pockets, the collar. But most of all: the blue. Chosen in haste from a wall of fabrics: not an ordinary blue. Peacock? Lapis? Nothing gets close. Medium but vivid, moderately lustrous, definitely bold. Somewhere between ultramarine… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share
Does love always form, like a pearl, around the hardened bits of life? — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
I was raised Unitarian, and my mother said she took us to church so that we wouldn't get religious later in life. — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
A downside to being a successful novelist? Wow - I can't imagine one. — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
