Writing is mysterious, and it's supposed to be...any path that gets you there is a good path in the end. But one… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
I've always written about people who have very abstracted in a certain way. I write about scientists and artists and musicians. I… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
“It was through Peter that she first understood that the world existed before her, without her. For a few days she could not forgive… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
I grew up on Cape Cod. We didn't live right on the water, but I could walk to it and did every day. — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
The thing I'm particularly interested in is natural history. In its heyday, the mid- and late-nineteenth century, when people were going out and gathering… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
By junior high, I was a horrible student. But during my sophomore year of high school, I did have a fabulous English teacher, and… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
I think the landscape you grow up in probably does mark you in ways you don't even understand. — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
It's hard to explain how much one can love writing. If people knew how happy it can make you, we would all be writing… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
I wanted to be a scientist. My undergraduate degree is in biology, and I really did think I might go off and be some… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
I've never known a writer who didn't feel ill at ease in the world. We all feel unhoused in some sense. That's part of… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
Adrianne Harun's dark, mysterious novel is by turns Gothic and grittily realistic, astute and poetic in its evocation of evil everywhere. — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
“He thought back but Bianca, her foot heavy on the accelerator, thought away . From Rose, their mother, their entire past, books and papers… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
I'm not adopted. But that longing and that sense of absence ... are perhaps other ways of expressing the actualities of my family. Different… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
Margot Livesey, my dear friend, reads all the drafts of what I write, and I read hers. We have an intense working relationship. I've… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
“Slowly, I began to relearn something I’d once grasped but had lost sight of: that emotion—that central element of fiction—derives not from information or… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
I read a lot, very passionately, from the time I was very young, but it was a constant battle; my mother would more or… — Andrea Barrett Copy Share Image
