“If he cannot be infinite - his lov emeeting its eventual exhaustion, his light its shadows - this is the nature of landscapes. The forest meets mountain, the sea the shore. Brain meets bone, meets skin, meets hair; meets air.… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
“If he cannot be infinite - his love meeting its eventual exhaustion, his light its shadow - this is the nature of landscapes. The forest meets mountain, the sea the shore. Brain meets bone, meets skin, meets hair; meets air.… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
“But my best friend from college was silent for a long time. She, of all of my friends, had seen the parade of sad wrecks through my life, date after bad date after bad boyfriend. She was the one who'd picked up the pieces after the musician, the investment banker, the humanitarian who was human to everyone but me. When… — Lauren Groff Copy Share
You had to pick up a landline to make sure your best friend wore a matching outfit to school. I do remember people talking… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
“Then, when we had done so, we put our hands upon the freezing cold monster, our monster. And this is what we felt: vertigo, an icicle through our strong hearts, our long-lost childhoods. Sunshine in a field and crickets and the sweet tealeaf stink of a new ball mitt and a rock glinting with mica and a chaw of bubblegum… — Lauren Groff Copy Share
I see history as really cyclical in terms of the intense idealism, and the desire to create a better life outside of societal norms. — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
“He thinks of the rotten parachute they played with as kids in Arcadia: they hurtle through life aging unimaginably fast, but each grasps a… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
I love writing from enclosed spaces: you really learn about your characters when they have tight walls to push against. — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
“[Still apparent in him, the tiny boy, mewling in cold and hunger. It’s less delicious, this badness bred from survival.]” — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
Even still, we run. We have not reached our average of 57.92 years without knowing that you run through it, and it hurts and you run through it some more, and if it hurts worse, you run through it even more, and when you finish, you will have broken through. In the end, when you are done, and stretching, and… — Lauren Groff Copy Share
I had a series of terrible jobs, whatever would allow me to write for four hours during the day. During that time I wrote… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
“The stories themselves aren't what moves him now...What moves him are the shadowy people behind the stories, the workers weary from their days, gathering at night in front of a comforting bit of fire...The world then was no less terrifying than it is now, with our nightmares of bombs and disease and technological warfare. Anything held the ability to set… — Lauren Groff Copy Share
“Even still, we run. We have not reached our average of 57.92 years without knowing that you run through it, and it hurts worse,… — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
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