I don't sit down to write a funny story. Every single thing I sit down to write is meant to be sad. — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
An author's life is different, complex, and ongoing, while a character's remains frozen in one little story. — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
To me, writing is much freer than dancing. With writing, you could do it whenever you wanted. You didn't have to do… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
Rather than a teaching tool, I think a novel is more of a witnessing entity. A witnessing entity? What is that? I… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
If you record the world honestly, there's no way people can stop being funny. A lot of fiction writing doesn't get that… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
A story is a kind of biopsy of human life. A story is both local, specific, small, and deep, in a kind… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
But I believed in starting over. There was finally, I knew, only rupture and hurt and falling short between all persons, but, Shirley, the… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
I'm very interested in what people will do for money. Money: it's timeless. — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“One of the problems with people in Chicago, she remembered, was that they were never lonely at the same time. Their sadness occurred in… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“If you had forgotten, it would quickly come back to you. Aloneness was like riding a bike. At gunpoint. With the gun in your… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Observing others go through them, he used to admire midlife crises, the courage and shamelessness and existential daring of them, but after he'd watched… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
Start dating someone who is funny, someone who has what in high school you called a "really great sense of humor" and what now… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Amber was not shy. If she had been shy, not one of us would be at Perkins right now.” — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Farmers aren't rich. They have land but no money." Actually, my father didn't even have that much land. He had once stood on the… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“My grandmother, who, when I visited, stared at me with the staggering, arrogant stare of the dying, the wise vapidity of the already gone;… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
