I suspect any serious reader has a first great book, just the way anybody has a first kiss. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
I was not ladylike, nor was I manly. I was something else altogether. There were so many different ways to be beautiful. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
People are more than you think they are. And they're less, as well. The trick lies in negotiating your way between the… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
I don't have any regrets, really, except that one. I wanted to write about you, about us, really. Do you know what… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
I revise constantly, as I go along and then again after I've finished a first draft. Few of my novels contain a… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
I feel like there's something terrible and wonderful and amazing that's just beyond my grasp. I have dreams about it. I do… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
She'd never imagined it like this-when she thought of someone (a woman like herself)losing her mind, she'd imagined shrieks and wails, hallucinations;… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
I encourage the translators of my books to take as much license as they feel that they need. This is not quite… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
Her cake is a failure, but she is loved anyway. She is loved, she thinks, in more or less the way the… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
At the risk, then, of being shunned by some of my gloomier peers, I venture to tell you that writers work like… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“Mizzy has wandered into the garden. Carole looks contemplatively at him, says, "Lovely boy." "My wife's insanely younger brother. He's one of those kids… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“Zoe loved Trancas's mother. She respected her exhausted and ironic hope for rebirth.” — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
The lives great artists live and the books they write are two very different things. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“How often since then has she wondered what might have happened if she'd tried to remain with him; if she’d returned Richard's kiss on… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“...a full week of their mother's quiet fury over the fun they don't seem to be having and their father's dogged attempts to provide… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
Oh, all you immigrants and visionaries, what do you hope to find here, who do you hope to become? — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“She wants to have baked a cake that banishes sorrow, even if only for a little while.” — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“And yet, it gives Peter nothing. Not now. Not today. Not when he needs... more. More than this well-executed idea. More than the shark… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
He insists on a version of you that is funnier, stranger, more eccentric and prfound thatn you suspect yourself to be--capable of doing more… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
The worst are full of passionate intensity while the best lack all conviction. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“And here he is, letting the massive steel street door click shut behind him, standing at the top of the three iron steps that… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
It's the world, you live in it, even if some boy has made a fool of you. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“She's had a long life. Now she's going to the Lord." "Frankly it creeps me out a little when you say things like that,"… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
Any other vexations to report?" he asks. "I love the word 'vexations.'" "It's the 'x.' Nice to jump off a 'v' and bite into… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
