The spirit in the body is like wine in a glass; when it spills, it seeps into air and earth and light….It’s… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
It's a fantastic privilege to spend three or four hundred pages with a reader. You have time to go into certain questions… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
The shadow-past is shaped by everything that never happened. Invisible, it melts the present like rain through karst. A biography of longing.… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
The shadow past is shaped by everything that never happened. Invisible, it melts the present like rain through karst. — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
“That they were torn from mistakes they had no chance to fix; everything unfinished. All the sins of love without detail, detail… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
History and memory share events; that is, they share time and space. Every moment is two moments. — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
But sometimes the world disrobes, slips its dress off a shoulder, stops time for a beat. If we look up at that… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
Any given moment - no matter how casual, how ordinary - is poised, full of gaping life. — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
There's a moment when love makes you believe in death for the first time. You recognize the one whose loss, even contemplated,… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
I started to write things down, as a very young child, wanting to find a way to remember - to keep close,… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
“He would understand, later, that there is a moment when your life must become your own; you must claim it from all… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
“Sitting alone with Jean, Avery felt for the first time that he was part of the world, engaged in the same simple… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
“And she knew for the first time that someone can wire your skin in a single evening, and that love arrives not… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
“There's a precise moment when we reject contradiction. This moment of choice is the lie we will live by. What is dearest… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
The spirit in the body is like wine in a glass; when it spills, it seeps into air and earth and light….It’s a mistake… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
Like other ghosts, she whispers; not for me to join her, but so that, when I'm close enough, she can push me back into… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
I wanted a line in a poem to be the hollow ney of the dervish orchestra whose plaintive wail is a call to God.… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
Reading a poem in translation is like kissing a woman through a veil. — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
“I saved myself without thinking. I grasped the two syllables closest to me, and replaced my heartbeat with your name.” — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
When my parents were liberated, four years before I was born, they found that the ordinary world outside the camp had been eradicated. There… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
It's a fantastic privilege to spend three or four hundred pages with a reader. You have time to go into certain questions that are… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
I really believe we read differently when we know even the most banal facts of an author's life. — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
To share a hiding place, physical or psychological, is as intimate as love. — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
Though the contradictions of war seem sudden and simultaneous, history stalks before it strikes. Something tolerated soon becomes something good. — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
If love wants you; if you've been melted down to stars, you will love with lungs and gills; with feathers and scales; with warm… — Anne Michaels Copy Share Image
