We were not always 70, or rather our 70 is an accumulation of all the other ways we were. Our 5-year-old selves became our 10-year-old selves, and so on and on; and if we unpack our selves, the full album… — Anne Roiphe Copy Share Image
We flashed our feathers when the feathers were fit to be flashed, and now, in drearier days, many stay indoors. — Anne Roiphe Copy Share Image
There is cruelty in divorce. There is cruelty in forced or unfortunate marriage. We will continue to cry at weddings because we know how… — Anne Roiphe Copy Share Image
“I carried with me into the West End Bar, the White Horse Tavern, a long list of things I would never do: I would… — Anne Roiphe Copy Share Image
Many writers do write about their families and their immediate loved ones and love experiences, either as children or as adults. And very often… — Anne Roiphe Copy Share Image
When I grew up, you needed to have straight hair. It's symbolic of needing to be like everyone else, needing to look like everyone… — Anne Roiphe Copy Share Image
Most of us don't have mothers who blazed a trail for us--at least, not all the way. Coming of age before or during the… — Anne Roiphe Copy Share Image
I think that certainly the artists of the '40s, '50s and '60s were fighting a very conformist society, which didn't give them enough space… — Anne Roiphe Copy Share Image
I would prefer you not to say, "That was the most terribly written piece I've ever read." That would hurt me. But you don't… — Anne Roiphe Copy Share Image
My mother had died when I wrote my first book. I was twenty-seven, so it was right at the beginning of my writing life.… — Anne Roiphe Copy Share Image
I have always been fascinated by the human mind, conscious and unconscious - that is what writing and reading is about, too. The why… — Anne Roiphe Copy Share Image
What other people think of me is not really my major concern in life. What other people think of what I write is another… — Anne Roiphe Copy Share Image
A person who has no secrets is a liar. We always fold ourselves away from others just enough to preserve a secret or two,… — Anne Roiphe Copy Share Image
