Lorrie Moore

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One should never turn one's back on a vivid imagination.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Vivid Imagination
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I do have people in mind when I write. I don't know precisely who they are, however, or how many of them there are.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Writing
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[T]he normal and the everyday are often amazingly unstoppable, and what is unimaginable is the cessation of them. The world is resilient, and, no matter what interruptions occur, people so badly want to return to their lives and get on with them. A veneer of civilization descends quickly, like a shining rain. Dust is settled.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Rain
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People will do anything, anything, for a really nice laugh.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Nice
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Decide that you like college life. In your dorm you meet many nice people. Some are smarter than you. And some, you notice, are dumber than you. You will continue, unfortunately, to view the world in exactly these terms for the rest of your life.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Nice
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Surely that was why faith had been invented: to raise teenagers without dying. Although of course it was also why death was invented: to escape teenagers altogether.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Teenager
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It was not miserable - often I did not miss her at all. But there was sometimes a quick, sinking ache when I walked in the door and saw she was not there. Twice, however, I'd felt the same sinking feeling when she was.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Doors
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If God Speaks Through Burning Bushes, Let's Burn Bush and Listen to What God Says.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Burning
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This was my modest dream come true: unambitious flight. The kind that never even got high enough for a view.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Dream
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Love is a fever," she said. "And when you come out of it you'll discover whether you've been lucky - or not.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Love Is
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But family life sometimes had a vortex, like weather. It could be like a tornado in a quiet zigzag: get close enough and you might see within it a spinning eighteen-wheeler and a woman.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Weather
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Perhaps one would be wise when young even to avoid thinking of oneself as a writer - for there's something a little stopped and satisfied, too healthy, in that. Better to think of writing, of what one does as an activity, rather than an identity - to write, I write; we write; to keep the calling a verb rather than a noun; to keep working at the thing, at all hours, in all places, so that your life does not become a pose, a pornography of wishing.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Wise
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shopping for clothes is like masturbation - everyone does it, but it isn't very interesting and therefore should be done alone, in an embarrassed fashion, and never be the topic of party conversation.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Fashion
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My new apartment might be a place where there are lots of children. They might gather on my porch to play, and when I step out for groceries, they will ask me, "Hi, do you have any kids?" and then, "Why not, don't you like kids?" "I like kids," I will explain. "I like kids very much." And when I almost run over them with my car, in my driveway, I will feel many different things.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Running
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Things between us were dissolving like an ice cub in a glass: the smaller it got, the faster it disappeared.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Glasses
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Blasts from the past were like the rooms one entered and re-entered in dreams: they would not stay nailed down. When you returned to them, they had changed - they suddenly had more space or a tilt or a door that had not been there before. New people were milling around, the floors undulated, and the sun shone newly, strangely in the windows, or through the now blasted-open ceiling, or else it shone not at all, as if having fled the sky.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Dream
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Perhaps she drives men away. Perhaps, without even being able to help herself, she just puts men into her ill-tempered car and drives them off: to quarries, dumps, small anonymous bodies of water.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Men
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Begin to wonder what you do write about. Or if you have anything to say. Or even if there is such a thing as a thing to say. Limit these thoughts to no more than ten minutes a day; like sit-ups, they can make you thin
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Writing
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When you were six you thought mistress meant to put your shoes on the wrong feet. Now you are older and know it can mean many things, but essentially it means to put your shoes on the wrong feet.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Mean
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I don't have a love life. I have a like life.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Love Life
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I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable about this," he says. Say: "Hey. I am a very cool person. I am tough." Show him your bicep.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Want
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She was afraid, and the afraid, she realized, sought opportunities for bravery in love.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Opportunity
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Those are the love killers. They love you and then they kill you. They're from another planet. Supposedly.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Love You
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I've accrued a kind of patience, I believe, loosely like change.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Believe
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I always do the wrong. I do the wrong thing so much that the times I actually do the right thing stand out so brightly in my memory that I forget I always do the wrong thing.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Memories
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Later I would come to believe that erotic ties were all a spell, a temporary psychosis, even a kind of violence, or at least they coexisted with these states.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Sex
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Love is art, not truth. It’s like painting scenery.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Art
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We were in dialogue that was about something other than what we were saying.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Dialogue
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If I had a staff of even one person, or could tolerate a small amphetamine habit, or entertain the possibility of weekly blood transfusions, or had been married to Vera Nabokov, or had a housespouse of even minimal abilities, a literary life would be easier to bring about. (In my mind I see all your male readers rolling their eyes. But your female ones - what is that? Are they nodding in agreement? Are their fists in the air?)
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Writing
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She hadn't been given the proper tools to make a real life with, she decided, that was it. She'd been given a can of gravy and a hairbrush and told, "There you go." -- Willing
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Real
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Love is the answer, said the songs, and that's OK. It was OK, I supposed, as an answer. But no more than that. It was not a solution; it wasn't really even an answer, just a reply.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Song
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I've come to realize that life, while being everything, is also strangely not much. Except when the light shines on it a different way and then you realize it's a lot after all!
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Shine On
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Nothing's a joke with me. It just all comes out like one.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Jokes
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When she packed up to leave, she knew that she was saying goodbye to something important, which was not that bad, in a way, because it meant that at least you had said hello to it to begin with.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Goodbye
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If one loves stories, then one would naturally love the story of the story. Or the story behind the story, pick your preposition. It does seem to me to be a kind of animal impulse almost, a mammalian curiosity. For a reader to wonder about the autobiography in a fiction may be completely unavoidable and in fact may speak to the success of a particular narrative, though it may also speak to its failure.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Animal
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I always had the sense with her that she didn't suffer fools gladly but that life was taking great pains to show her how.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Pain
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What do I do when writing isn't going well? Well, I don't write - which is symptom, cure, and cause. And then sometimes I just tell myself, as I'm writing, "I'll fix it later." And sometimes it's true, I do.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Writing
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Editing is just ongoing. I don't count drafts, or know what would fully constitute a draft. But I try to fix as I go. And there's always more to fix.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Editing
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I count too heavily on birthdays, though I know I shouldn't. Inevitably I begin to assess my life by them, figure out how I'm doing by how many people remember; it's like the old fantasy of attending your own funeral: You get to see who your friends are, get to see who shows up.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: People
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It was like the classic scene in the movies where one lover is on the train and one is on the platform and the train starts to pull away, and the lover on the platform begins to trot along and then jog and then sprint and then gives up altogether as the train speeds irrevocably off. Except in this case I was all the parts: I was the lover on the platform, I was the lover on the train. And I was also the train.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Giving Up
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When you find out who you are, you will no longer be innocent. That will be sad for others to see. All that knowledge will show on your face and change it. But sad only for others, not for yourself. You will feel you have a kind of wisdom, very mistaken, but a mistake of some power to you and so you will sadly treasure it and grow it.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Mistake
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I don't care if I'm a fish, I still want a bicycle.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Care
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As the most recently arrived to earthly life, children can seem in lingering possession of some heavenly lidless eye.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Children
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the compulsion to read and write - and it seems to me it should be, even must be, a compulsion - is a bit of mental wiring the species has selected, over time, in order, as the life span increases, to keep us interested in ourselves.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Reading
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She had, without realizing it at the time, learned to follow Nick's gaze, learned to learn his lust...his desires remained memorized within her. She looked at the attractive women he would look at...She had become him: she longed for these women. But she was also herself, and so she despised them. She lusted after them, but she also wanted to beat them up. A rapist. She had become a rapist, driving to work in a car.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Car
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I often think that at the center of me is a voice that at last did split, a house in my heart so invaded with other people and their speech, friends I believed I was devoted to, people whose lives I can simply guess at now, that it gives me the impression I am simply a collection of them, that they all existed for themselves, but had inadvertently formed me, then vanished. But, what: Should I have been expected to create my own self, out of nothing, out of thin, thin air and alone?
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Heart
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To me, writing is much freer than dancing. With writing, you could do it whenever you wanted. You didnt have to do little exercises and stay in shape. You could have great moments of inspiration that advanced the story. In dance, unless youre going to choreograph things yourself, youre at the service of someone else.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Inspiration
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A DARK MATTER is a page-turning thriller of every sort: psychological, sociological, epistemological . Plus, it's really scary.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Dark
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There seemed nothing so true as a yellow tree.
- Lorrie Moore
Collection: Yellow