Since his mother died I have seen him steam a cucumber thinking it was zucchini. That's the kind of thing that turns… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
Then the children went to bed, or at least went upstairs, and the men joined the women for a cigarette on the… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
The other day I was playing Scrabble. I saw that I could close the space in D-E- -Y. I had an N… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
Look at me. My concerns-are they spiritual, do you think, or carnal? Come on. We've read our Shakespeare. — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
What I think," Chatty says, "is that if a man loves a woman more than a woman loves a man, then they're… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
I know when a story is finished when there is not a single thing more I can think to do to it.… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
I know that homes burn and that you should think what to save before they start to. Not because, in the heat… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
I am not quite myself, I think.But who here is quite himself? And yet there is a way in which we are… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
I think of the chimp, the one with the talking hands. In the course of the experiment, that chimp had a baby.… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
I think you would like Warren. He drinks Courvoisier in a Coke can, and has a laugh like you'd find in a… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
Sometimes I can better describe a person by another person's reaction. In a story in my first book, I couldn't think of… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
I have written letters that are failures, but I have written few, I think, that are lies. Trying to reach a person… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
Since his mother died I have seen him steam a cucumber thinking it was zucchini. That's the kind of thing that turns my heart… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
“A story happens when two equally appealing forces, or characters, or ideas try to occupy the same place at the same time, and they're… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
“It is such a pretty story, told to me by a Cuban woman I met in a bar at the beach. She left the… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
Journalism taught me how to write a sentence that would make someone want to read the next one. You are trained to get rid… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
I had a mother I could only seem to please with verbal accomplishments of some sort or another. She read constantly, so I read… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
“Mrs. Linden was beautiful in spirit and in fact. Her wish, she told her daughter, was to be a beautiful woman and surprise people… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
Then the children went to bed, or at least went upstairs, and the men joined the women for a cigarette on the porch, absently… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
“It comes back to the question, whom are you writing for? Who are the readers you want? Who are the people you want to… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
There’s so much I can’t read because I get so exasperated. Someone starts describing the character boarding the plane and pulling the seat back.… — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
The year I began to say vahz instead of vase, a man I barely knew nearly accidentally killed me. — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
