Some moments supersaturate, take on almost more than one tiny fragment of time can hold. How...can you hold this sort of memory of someone and at the same time just try to seem normally, regularly, pleased when she comes back… — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
I think we are all coming to realize the web in all its manifestations is a sucking time hole. — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
Aimee Parkison offers a distinct new voice to contemporary fiction. Her seductive stories explore childhood as a realm of sorrows, and reveal the afflictions… — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
I'm never sure who I'm writing for, or who's reading me, but I definitely see myself in conspiracy with my readers. — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
It's easy now, now that it's a story. When you were going through it, it was life. Always much harder to get the plot… — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
“...religions all have the same timeline...First the people feel the need to worship something. The sun or the giant corn of ear. That's the… — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
“She shared the curse of many artists—that praise beaded up and rolled off her while criticism stuck like glue, glue embedded with ground glass.” — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
“Storming was one of her main modes of transportation." In reference to teenager Heather in "Carry The One” — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
“But they were not friends. They were here to keep each other from spinning off alone into the dark matter of the universe.” — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
Some moments supersaturate, take on almost more than one tiny fragment of time can hold. How...can you hold this sort of memory of someone… — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
I have never been on the receiving end of a hate crime, or even a disparaging remark to my face. — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
When I started, there was more of a cultural assumption that many readers would find gay characters irrelevant or repugnant. — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
“She looked around the table and saw each of them as they looked that night...All of them in their last hours of making mistakes… — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
