Annie Proulx

Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write.

— Annie Proulx

“A kind of joyous hysteria moved into the room, everything flying before the wind, vehicles outside getting dented to hell, the crowd…

— Annie Proulx

“By January it had always been winter.”

— Annie Proulx

“.. that old, cold time on the mountain when they owned the world and nothing seemed wrong ..”

— Annie Proulx

“The mountain pine beetle is a tiny creature that chews through a lodgepole’s bark, gouges out a hollow in the wood and…

— Annie Proulx

“It was as if his eye were an ear and a crackle went through it each time he shot a look at…

— Annie Proulx

“On the stairs an image came to him. Was love then like a bag of assorted sweets passed around from which one…

— Annie Proulx

“The only cities were of ice, bergs with cores of beryl, blue gems within white gems, that some said gave off an…

— Annie Proulx

“They say that doing ten sums a day prevents you from becoming senile. But by that argument bankers should be geniuses. That's…

— Annie Proulx

It's easier to die if others around you are dying.

— Annie Proulx

“You stand there, braced. Cloud shadows race over the buff rock stacks as a projected film, casting a queasy, mottled ground rash.…

— Annie Proulx

“Thirty-six years old and this was the first time anybody ever said he'd done it right. Fog against the window like milk.”

— Annie Proulx

“There was a month of fiery happiness. Then six kinked years of suffering.”

— Annie Proulx

It is my feeling that a story is not finished until it is read, and that the reader finishes it through his…

— Annie Proulx

“One of the tragedies of real life is that there is no background music.”

— Annie Proulx

You know, one of the tragedies of real life is that there is no background music.

— Annie Proulx

“Again the ranch is on the market and they’ve shipped out the last of the horses, paid everybody off the day before,…

— Annie Proulx

We're all strange inside. We learn how to disguise our differences as we grow up.

— Annie Proulx

“The past bubbled out of his black mouth.”

— Annie Proulx

“place. Less than 1 percent of the area is managed for wildlife habitat protection. Where early travelers saw sharp-tailed grouse, bison, bighorn…

— Annie Proulx

Was love then like a bag of assorted sweets passed around from which one might choose more than once? Some might sting…

— Annie Proulx

“The world is a staircase," hissed the accordion maker in the darkness. "Some go up and some come down. We must ascend.”

— Annie Proulx

“What Jack remembered and craved in a way he could neither help nor understand was the time that distant summer on Brokeback…

— Annie Proulx

We face up to awful things because we can't go around them, or forget them. The sooner you get it over with,…

— Annie Proulx

“The long horizon, the lunging, clotted sea like a swinging door opening, closing, opening.”

— Annie Proulx