“Three months after Rachel was born, Lou admitted smuggling her into church. “It wasn’t my fault,” she said, after she’d confessed. “I was compelled.” “What do you mean, compelled?” Andy had asked, annoyed, betrayed, but also consumed by tenderness the… — Lauren Grodstein Copy Share Image
I wish I were better at straightforward description. I feel like I'm usually overdoing it or underdoing it, and it takes a lot of… — Lauren Grodstein Copy Share Image
“Your world is the world of coincidence, of meaninglessness. You choose the world that would have us as specks of dust, as mice in… — Lauren Grodstein Copy Share Image
“But who says you get to be ready? Who says you get to take someone's heart and eat it and then decide you don't… — Lauren Grodstein Copy Share Image
I'm inspired by people who are really deliberate and careful with their lives, and people who are kind. And of course I'm inspired by… — Lauren Grodstein Copy Share Image
I've found a bit of success in my career, and I'm very relieved by it, but the success that comes after a book is… — Lauren Grodstein Copy Share Image
I write with the idea that nobody will care about what I've written; I publish with the idea that nobody will care either. Which… — Lauren Grodstein Copy Share Image
“returned to his drunken mice, dreaming their placid, inebriated dreams. He reached in and scratched one on the nose; like a bum, or one… — Lauren Grodstein Copy Share Image
I like writing dialogue - I can hear my characters so clearly that writing dialogue often feels as much like transcribing something as it… — Lauren Grodstein Copy Share Image
A beloved student of mine told me she believed the earth was approximately 6,000 years old. She was smart, she was thoughtful, and she… — Lauren Grodstein Copy Share Image
I hate the word juicy in describing anything: lips, plots, oranges. But especially novels. It feels - icky. Reminds me of saliva. — Lauren Grodstein Copy Share Image
