Mary Kay Andrews

“foot-washing Baptists,”

— Mary Kay Andrews

“A dowdy, depressed dwarf.”

— Mary Kay Andrews

“café, and dozens of people wandering”

— Mary Kay Andrews

“Savannah gray bricks”

— Mary Kay Andrews

I want my fiction to seem real.

— Mary Kay Andrews

“dumber than a box full of rocks.”

— Mary Kay Andrews

“picked up sandwiches and chips”

— Mary Kay Andrews

“He wants out, Annajane thought. He does not want to marry this woman.”

— Mary Kay Andrews

“You couldn’t hit the ball with a steam iron today,”

— Mary Kay Andrews

I try to start drinking water as soon as my feet hit the floor in the morning.

— Mary Kay Andrews

Some of my most enjoyable moments as a writer have come while conjuring a meet cute.

— Mary Kay Andrews

I'm house obsessed, a house voyeur. Always have been.

— Mary Kay Andrews

As a hopeless romantic, I'm drawn to stories of improbable beginnings.

— Mary Kay Andrews

For a writer, capturing that elusive Christmas morning magic can be deeply problematic.

— Mary Kay Andrews

We are writing fiction, but we are trying to create a world that's believable.

— Mary Kay Andrews

“That conniving little slut,” Pokey said. “I’d like to rip her arms off and beat her to death with ’em.”

— Mary Kay Andrews

“She was a big ol’ ho,” Riley told her brother. “She put out more than the Tab machine in the Tri-Delta house.”

— Mary Kay Andrews

“They’d like the world to think they’re hot snot on a gold platter. But really, they’re just cold boogers on a paper…

— Mary Kay Andrews

The story of my holiday decorating is if Ralph Lauren was trapped in a 1950s Woolworth, this is what it would look…

— Mary Kay Andrews

I was supposed to be working on 'The Weekenders,' but I was blocked. I got this crazy idea that I would make…

— Mary Kay Andrews

I had never thought about writing a novel. But I had two young kids, and I realized that if I could write…

— Mary Kay Andrews

“Murder?” Roo’s eyes shone with excitement. “Right here on Belle Isle?” “Roo!” Evelyn shook her head in exasperation. “For God’s sake, have…

— Mary Kay Andrews

“I can’t wrangle bees. I’m terrified of stinging insects. Literally. I break out in hives.” “Hives! That’s adorbs, right?”

— Mary Kay Andrews

“she felt the past come rushing back with a ferocity that nearly knocked her down. And it struck her, this was not…

— Mary Kay Andrews

“I smoothed my grandmother’s starched white damask cloth over the battered pine harvest table in the dining room, and with my fingertips,…

— Mary Kay Andrews

“I may be furious and sad about what happened with us, but that doesn't make me believe that what we had wasn't…

— Mary Kay Andrews

“Greer’s eyes darted back and forth on the road, always vigilant for bears. Or any other mammal that might wander onto the…

— Mary Kay Andrews

Between planning family vacations and running away for novel-writing retreats, I've spent much of my adult life questing for the perfect beach…

— Mary Kay Andrews

“Dammit, I gotta go,” Clint rasped. He slid off the bed, and faltered. His gown bunched at the waist and Greer looked…

— Mary Kay Andrews

My perfect beach town isn't a fancy resort or glitzy planned community. It's a place with a hometown grocery that has decent…

— Mary Kay Andrews

“Hello sweet mommy. My name is Khalika and I am living in Gambia. I have read your requirements and am saying I…

— Mary Kay Andrews

Many years ago I had two small children, and I wanted to be able to be home when they got home from…

— Mary Kay Andrews

Patti Callahan Henry’s THE STORIES WE TELL is a lyrical exploration of love and longing, secrets and suspicion, family and friendship, all…

— Mary Kay Andrews

“Losing a parent, I guess it makes you realize none of us is gonna be immortal.”

— Mary Kay Andrews

I want characters I can live for in a setting that makes me feel like I'm there.

— Mary Kay Andrews

“She’s about as deep as an Arizona mud puddle.”

— Mary Kay Andrews

“Old wounds. They faded, but they never really went away, did they?”

— Mary Kay Andrews

Technology and the internet have changed the world of publishing forever.

— Mary Kay Andrews

I always wanted to use my newspaper background in a novel.

— Mary Kay Andrews

“She’s got the face of an angel and the soul of a pit bull–piranha hybrid.”

— Mary Kay Andrews