“Sometimes I have this feeling,” Walter said, “that he operates on the philosophy that ‘what Walter doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
Somewhat sadly, the survival of many bookstores now depends on selling merchandise other than books. — Julia Glass Books Copy Share Image
“Here was someone you simply knew you could trust, who might nag or infuriate or sulk, but whose greatest charm lay on… — Julia Glass Character Copy Share Image
“He pictured her living alone in that tranquil house with its fine old furnishings, tending her flowers and fruit trees.” — Julia Glass Fruit trees Copy Share Image
The old adage is, 'Write what you know.' But if you only do that, your work becomes claustrophobic. I say, 'Write what… — Julia Glass Adage Copy Share Image
Never talk yourself out of knowing you're in love or into thinking that you are. — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
At its best, fiction cultivates fantasy and compassion; at its worst, memoir provokes schadenfreude and prurience. The ugly truth, I fear, is… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
I do gravitate toward 19th century writers, and I never mind being compared with some of the most memorable writers from that… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
Writing fiction is a resolutely solitary pastime, and I love being with people, so the public side of being an author is,… — Julia Glass Books Copy Share Image
A fine memoir is to a fine novel as a well-wrought blanket is to a fancifully embroidered patchwork quilt. The memoir, a… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
All the best novels are about one thing: how we go on. The characters must survive the fallout of their own cowardice,… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
The books I read, if they intrude on my writing, do so as weather will pass through and touch a landscape -… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
Winter sports aren't my thing. You can have your boards and blades and your glacier-gripping cleats: My feet prefer to negotiate the… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
I have struggled for decades now with the fear of and resistance to change - mostly in the realms of technology, transportation,… — Julia Glass Change Copy Share Image
“On Thursday, the sandwiches Greenie made were pork tenderloins with chipotle mustard, the soup a puree of beets and pears with Beaujolais… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
Colorful garments - ball gowns, kimonos, evening pajamas - made from yards upon yards of iridescent silk or velvet. I own an… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
I read reviews and consider myself pretty 'plugged in' to the literary cosmos, yet one of the things I love best about… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
My first draft is always way too long; my books start out with delusions of 'War and Peace' - and must be… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
I talked late, swam late, did not learn to ride a bike until college - and might never have walked or learned… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“Behold the rich farm boy Malachy Burns Who plays his pipe among the churns. He's a coward, he's benighted, He makes everyone… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
I grew up in a home where animals were ever-present and often dominated our lives. There were always horses, dogs, and cats,… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
A good novel is an out-of-self experience. It lifts you off the ground so that you have the sensation of flying. It… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“None of this Mad Mario showmanship- orange clogs and Bermuda shorts fit for Babar, sweetbreads garnished with squash blossoms stuffed with cheese… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“It's this time of year when Kit mist rise in the dark, as if we're a farmer or a fisherman, someone whose… — Julia Glass Dark Copy Share Image
I write because I'm in love with language; because I like working for myself, inside my head; and because it's the only… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“I once knew this cellist, Miss Browning, A swan with whom I enjoyed clowning. But at night when she bloomed I felt… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
I love to eat, I love to feed people, and I'm a great cook. I joked with my friends that I wanted… — Julia Glass Book Copy Share Image
From fifth grade on, I worked at our public library. The pay, a pittance, was almost superfluous. All through high school, I… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“They agreed on four flavors of cake- vanilla, maple, orange, and coconut- to alternate, almost randomly, in twenty-one slim layers throughout the… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
It's odd to spend your vacation with someone else's music especially when you're alone. You're free to let loose, unobserved, but someone… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“Bet you did not know that in Mexico they call a Palomino an Isabella. Or that George Washington's warhorse was an Arab… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“I come from a culture of handwringers, vengeance seekers, people who name children after ancestors by rote -- first child, paternal grandfather,… — Julia Glass Ancestors Copy Share Image
My readers often tell me that what they admire about my books is my ability to write from so many points of… — Julia Glass Ability Copy Share Image
I love meeting booksellers and readers and hearing how they've read and received my stories. Often I'm surprised by which characters they've… — Julia Glass Books Copy Share Image
“Ira felt as if he'd contracted an all-over emotional itch, as if he'd put on a sweater made of spiritually abrasive wool-… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
I'm a fictional monogamist - I can only work on one thing at a time - but each novel starts growing in… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
I'm not a believer that you have to write every day. If I felt industrious, I'd spend ten hours a week writing.… — Julia Glass Believer Copy Share Image
Time plays like an accordion in the way it can stretch out and compress itself in a thousand melodic ways. Months on… — Julia Glass Accordion Copy Share Image
“What, exactly, is a father if not a man who, once you’re grown and gone and out in the world making your… — Julia Glass Father Copy Share Image
“Everybody, will you please just sit for a minute? Like children in a game of musical chairs, Tommy's three guests immediately reach… — Julia Glass Children Copy Share Image
