Poor people Quote by Jennifer Haigh

“I open my heart to her and lay it on the table.”

— Jennifer Haigh

“His explanation takes two minutes exactly. The shale lies a mile underground, has lain there since before there was a Pennsylvania, before a single…

— Jennifer Haigh

“Destiny, she’d learned, was written in the heavens; a person couldn’t take what the universe didn’t wish to give.”

— Jennifer Haigh

The story of my family. . .changes with the teller.

— Jennifer Haigh

“Stomach issues aren’t typical. But let me do some research.” Trexler scribbles on a notepad. “What about breathing problems? That’s usually what we see…

— Jennifer Haigh

“But his singing was unconscious and irrepressible - an expression of his native exuberance, the dreamy, buoyant soundtrack running through his head.”

— Jennifer Haigh

“When they touched it was like touching her own body. From childhood they had been the same height; their arms and legs and hands…

— Jennifer Haigh

The human heart: its expansions and contractions its electrics and hydraulics the warm tides that move and fill it. For years Art had studied…

— Jennifer Haigh

“More than anything in life, she wishes she'd let him. That she'd smiled for the camera. That she'd said yes. Life was gone before…

— Jennifer Haigh

“He looks out over his back yard, what’s left of it. With the forest gone, the property looks smaller than sixty acres, stripped and…

— Jennifer Haigh

Writing fiction, like reading fiction, is a practice in empathy.

— Jennifer Haigh

I wanted only a familiar voice, someone who knew me. Not some earlier, larval version of myself. . .

— Jennifer Haigh