This is one of the take-home messages for me: we just walk around with this narrative in America that everybody wants to be rich and famous. That that’s why people do what they do. And you know, all through these… — Jeanne Marie Laskas Copy Share Image
“Lately, in this city I love, this neighborhood I love, all I seem to notice are the intrusions. Hot Air. Reeking garbage. Lunatic neighbors...I… — Jeanne Marie Laskas Copy Share
“Now, brooder is an interesting word. People who worry a lot in silence are known as brooders. But then again so is a hen… — Jeanne Marie Laskas Copy Share
“Chaos, I think, is youth. Youth at any age. Because as long as you have chaos, you are free of responsibility. When you are… — Jeanne Marie Laskas Copy Share
Solitude is a place where all is quiet - except the beating of your heart. — Jeanne Marie Laskas Copy Share
But the writing life, it turned out, was difficult. It wasn't like you could sit down and flip a switch and crank on the… — Jeanne Marie Laskas Copy Share
You plant a garden one flower at a time. ... You write a book one word at a time, clean a closet one shelf… — Jeanne Marie Laskas Copy Share
I was suppose to write a book about being a mom, to organize my thoughts into chapters and figure out a structure to hang… — Jeanne Marie Laskas Copy Share
“Brooding is more something I do when I'm working. I know so much more about sitting around worrying about a work project than I… — Jeanne Marie Laskas Copy Share
Isolation is aloneness that feels forced upon you, like a punishment. Solitude is aloneness you choose and embrace. I think great things can come… — Jeanne Marie Laskas Copy Share
“And I don't think anybody ever gets over loss. I think you get through it. You let it get through you.” — Jeanne Marie Laskas Copy Share
Dreams are matters of the heart, things that pull you along as if they have hooked you someplace deep inside. — Jeanne Marie Laskas Copy Share
All peace-loving women shut up when they sense they have stepped onto Guy Turf. Guy Turf is a murky realm of ego and pride… — Jeanne Marie Laskas Copy Share
