She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her. — Joyce Maynard Copy Share Image
No, I said. I didn't remember that. There was so much to remember, sometimes the best thing was to forget. — Joyce Maynard Copy Share Image
“I tried to think of what my father would tell me. 'Don't let any boy give you shit.' But he'd never said how we… — Joyce Maynard Copy Share Image
“It’s like life: sometimes the littlest thing turns out to be the most important.” — Joyce Maynard Copy Share Image
Growing up in the fifties and sixties, I can only remember knowing one child, ever, whose parents got a divorce, and hardly any whose… — Joyce Maynard Copy Share Image
I believe every one of us possesses a fundamental right to tell our own story. — Joyce Maynard Copy Share Image
I have no doubt that over the years my children will find plenty of things about me to criticize. But something tells me that… — Joyce Maynard Copy Share Image
I believed my story would be helpful to young women my daughter's age, who are still in the process of forming themselves as women,… — Joyce Maynard Copy Share Image
Not only did I avoid speaking of Salinger; I resisted thinking about him. I did not reread his letters to me. The experience had… — Joyce Maynard Copy Share Image
