“The night stayed outside. She was surprised. She opened her mouth but no sound came out. Instead, blue things flew in, pieces of glass or tin, or necklaces of blue diamond, perhaps. The air was the blue of a pool… — Kate Braverman Copy Share Image
They will say I smoked cigarettes and marijuana, cursed hoarse as a crow in all my languages, and loved morphine and Demerol and tequila and pulque, women and men. I will shrug my illusion of shoulders and answer that I… — Kate Braverman Copy Share Image
“There is no darkness. It is all inhabited. It is dense with what has been cast off and barely survived, the events that also… — Kate Braverman Copy Share Image
I have a great ability to improvise verbally and I am very funny on a dime. — Kate Braverman Copy Share Image
There's a bizarre prejudice that exists in the New York publishing establishment that any work outside the tri-state area is being done by trained… — Kate Braverman Copy Share Image
“It's not platinum, which suggests constellations and redemption. It's another yellow entirely. Asthma yellow. It comes from rotting petals and camera flashes that permanently… — Kate Braverman Copy Share Image
I've written books as acts of discovery: things I need to know and that I need to touch. And it's very dangerous work to… — Kate Braverman Copy Share Image
Women have waited millions of years, growing separate as another species, with visions and priorities no man-words, no man-measurements can comprehend. — Kate Braverman Copy Share Image
Male critics and men in the publishing industry want from their women writers what they want from their wives. I'm interested in presenting characters… — Kate Braverman Copy Share Image
All my friends are artists, so I am used to collective agony as a mode. — Kate Braverman Copy Share Image
I believed in immaculate conception and spontaneous combustion. I believed in aliens from outer space and vampires, prophecy, and the resurrection of the dead.… — Kate Braverman Copy Share Image
“The place between actual seasons is filled with tiny roses in transition. There are murders and amputations in the garden. There are choirs on… — Kate Braverman Copy Share Image
The Peruvian flute music is . . . cool. In this music, they have not yet invented the industrial revolution that leads to excessive… — Kate Braverman Copy Share Image
