“...you can't write well with only the nice parts of your character, and only about nice things. And I don't want even to try anymore. I want to use everything, including hate and envy and lust and fear.” — Alison Lurie Copy Share Image
America has a history of political isolation and economic self-sufficiency; its citizens have tended to regard the rest of the world as a disaster… — Alison Lurie Copy Share Image
You get into the habit of being angry and hurt by life, and then when something good happens you can't accept it because it… — Alison Lurie Copy Share Image
We can lie in the language of dress or try ot tell the truth; but unless we are naked and bald, it is impossible… — Alison Lurie Copy Share Image
There is a peculiar burning odor in the room, like explosives. the kitchen fills with smoke and the hot, sweet, ashy smell of scorched… — Alison Lurie Copy Share Image
Grosvenor and Burke suggest that continually, though silently, a school building tells students who they are and how they should think about the world.… — Alison Lurie Copy Share Image
Many Americans think of the rest of the world as a kind of Disneyland, a showplace for quaint fauna, flora and artifacts. They dress… — Alison Lurie Copy Share Image
The fashion industry is no more able to preserve a style that men and women have decided to abandon than to introduce one they… — Alison Lurie Copy Share Image
If nothing will finally survive of life besides what artists report of it, we have no right to report what we know to be… — Alison Lurie Copy Share Image
As one went to Europe to see the living past, so one must visit Southern California to observe the future. — Alison Lurie Copy Share Image
“In most novels it is taken for granted that people over fifty are as set in their ways as elderly apple trees, and as… — Alison Lurie Copy Share Image
Attempts to limit female mobility by hampering locomotion are ancient and almost universal. The foot-binding of upper-class Chinese girls and the Nigerian custom of… — Alison Lurie Copy Share Image
“Having a chronic illness, Molly thought, was like being invaded. Her grandmother back in Michigan used to tell about the day one of their… — Alison Lurie Copy Share Image
