I don’t know. She was a sweet girl. As sweet as they come. I don’t know why I didn’t love her. It’s something you can’t really control. — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
I try to have something in common with my protagonists, especially when I'm writing in the first person. — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
I think exercise is critical to my writing and an essential way to recharge. — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
“Well, anyway… it’s over,” I say, realizing that those two words lump me right in with a hoard of naive women who say it’s… — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
There are two kinds of sorry. There is the sorry imbued with regret. And a pure sorry. The kind that is merely asking for… — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
Throw in the intensity of emotions that come with that bittersweet summer sandwiched between high school graduation and the rest of your life... — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
“It occurs to me that she is not unique--that all women compare lives. We are aware of whose husband works more, who helps more around the house, who makes more money, who is having more sex. We compare our children, taking note of who is sleeping through the night, eating their vegetables, minding their manners, getting into the right schools.… — Emily Giffin Copy Share
“I desperately want to feel that way again. To be in a relationship that I’m not trying to script or water down. It’s about… — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
I always find something in common with my protagonist, particularly when I write in the first person. — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
I find my voice and manage to say those three one-syllable words back to him. Words I haven't uttered in a very, very long… — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
