In my experience, a novel is the culmination of various thoughts and impressions collected over time, until something comes along to give… — J. Courtney Sullivan Books Copy Share Image
“It was amazing that you did not become your grief entirely, and walk about leaking it everywhere.” — J. Courtney Sullivan Grief Copy Share Image
I admire the linear and decisive way a certain kind of man thinks, to my curlicue boundless overthinking. — J. Courtney Sullivan Admire Copy Share Image
We don't always do the things our parents want us to do, but it is their mistake if they can't find a… — J. Courtney Sullivan Failure Copy Share Image
The hardest part about writing fiction is finding long stretches of time to do it: for me, this means writing mostly on… — J. Courtney Sullivan Able Copy Share Image
In high school, during marathon phone conversations, cheap pizza dinners and long suburban car rides, I began to fall for boys because… — J. Courtney Sullivan Boys Copy Share Image
“Men made mistakes and when they asked forgiveness, women forgave. It happened every day.” — J. Courtney Sullivan Every day Copy Share Image
She thought about him all the time - not so much about Doug the individual, but rather about the nature of love,… — J. Courtney Sullivan Disappear Copy Share Image
A high percentage of each of my books has been written in Des Moines. — J. Courtney Sullivan Been Copy Share Image
She remembered how she had felt cleaning out her father's clothes, wanting at once to hold on to every dirty handkerchief and… — J. Courtney Sullivan Cleaning Copy Share Image
I read as much poetry as time allows and circumstance dictates: No heartache can pass without a little Dorothy Parker, no thunderstorm… — J. Courtney Sullivan Auden Copy Share Image
“It was so bitter and sad, looking for safety in the person least likely to give it to you. Like drinking salt… — J. Courtney Sullivan Salt water Copy Share Image
“April's just a Dixie cup of crazy. Lydia's more like a twenty-gallon tank” — J. Courtney Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Motherhood was a physical act as much as an emotional one. It took every part of you.” — J. Courtney Sullivan Copy Share Image
