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 groceries and when you're fast asleep. It's a curse. — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
A writer is always, always searching, even against her will, against all her better instincts, for the thread of a story. Everything is fodder. Everything is fuel. You can feel it coming on like the tingling of a sore throat.… — 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 that some people can leave and some can’t and those who can will always be infinitely cooler than those you can’t and I’m one of the ones who can’t because you’re one of the ones who… — Miriam Toews Copy Share
“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 bed, and our parents, and I stood there for a long time because I didn't know where else to go. I stood there long enough to feel the chill of the night. The sky was a… — Miriam Toews Copy Share
“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
