Susan Minot
Change and renewal are themes in life, aren't they? We keep growing throughout life.Collection: Change
David Gulden captures animals in all their wonder and intrigue, without glorifying or romanticizing them. He knows Kenya's wildlife intimately, and it shows in the depth of his images. He has an artist's eye, which delivers beauty and transport in every picture.Collection: Beauty
Minimalism has a connotation of being reductive, and not in the best way. 'Brevetist' is a better term. I'm trying to be as concise as possible and still getting across to the reader. When information is delivered in that way, it is very satisfying to me.
Desire suppressed finds its way into other more surreal settings, into dreams.
The teenager's room is her cave. It is here she can meet herself, undistracted by the new hassles life is making for her. Here, she can reflect.
There are aspects of love that I once undervalued. Kindness. Having a sort of honor when love is on the table.
Recklessness is par for the course when you're 25.
When I was in my teens and twenties, I could see friends expressing how radical they were, and I envied them, the way they lived, the way they dressed. Maybe there is a part of me that is reserved, even in rebellion.
So many bad things happen in this world because people don't know how to express things.
Success did change me. You don't want it to, but it does.
Preserving that privacy between a writer and the work is important. You have to shut out all those voices that have reacted to your work.
Most fiction comes from your experience.
A lot of readers want characters to behave in a responsible way, or they want to understand the characters' dilemma and act, in a way, on their behalf.
'Monkeys' is made up of nine short stories that tell an overall story. 'Folly' is a series of vignettes all put together to tell a larger story. In 'Lust and Other Stories,' there are nine stories - three, three, three; the beginnings of love, the middles, and the afters.
I remember when I was in graduate school and someone in workshop would say, 'I'm going to bring in a chapter of my novel.' The thought that someone could think they'd write a whole long thing... I could only see twelve pages ahead. But then I realized that if you could see twelve more after that, you can start.
I went to graduate school with zero expectation. I kind of backed into it. I wanted to go back to school because I felt gaps in my literary background. I studied mostly twentieth-century English literature in college, so I thought, 'Maybe I'll go back for my writing.'
When I travel, I always take my Winsor & Newton watercolor kit, which is the size of a pack of cigarettes when folded up. I bought my first one in the 1980s. It was handy to bring on trips, and I packed it into a leather pouch along with a couple of brushes, a pencil, an eraser and paper.
Painting keeps me occupied in those moments when travel can be aimless and even disorienting. Mainly it is a way to register at least some of the new impressions of a foreign place, when its thrilling barrage can sometimes overwhelm you.
Recording a scene with paint rather than film sinks you more deeply into your surroundings. You have to look a little harder and a little longer. And you end up with a memento.
When I look through my sketchbooks, they bring back moments that I would otherwise have completely forgotten.
People can have a variety of concerns at the same time. Even those undergoing grave or traumatic experiences will acknowledge the need for lightness or even entertainment.
I don't consider the first-world concerns any less important than the third-world ones.
Longing, for everyone, is always there, isn't it? More intense at some times than others. You get closer to less longing - an odd metaphoric phrasing, I realize - then, you are further and longing more than ever again.
A struggle, to the person experiencing it, is a struggle.
Our concerns aren't always appropriate or morally elevated.
I first travelled to Africa at the end of 1996 and was immediately captivated. I had planned on a three-week trip, and I ended up staying two months.
I love 'Anna Karenina.' It's in the top five books on my list. Tolstoy is unsurpassed in combining the grand with the trivial, that is, the small details which make up life.
Writing chases after the senses, and conveys them in an altered form. When it is done well, the senses come alive in a new and captured form.
When I was younger, I suppose I was interested in checking out as much about writing as I could: bad, weird, irritating, even things not-to-my-taste. Now I am less open. I will decide after a few pages if I want to stay in the world of the book, and if I don't, I put it down. I have less time left.
Families are endlessly fascinating. We all have one, and they have a great impact on who we are and what we do - Freudian as that is.
The idea that there is a family somewhere who functions is an odd concept.
Between children and parents, there is a difficulty of seeing each other simply as people.
Illness can make us behave in the most surprising ways.
In general, my own experience of writing an adaptation of 'Evening' gave me a chance to get into different parts of the book.
Writing an adaptation is not so much a collaboration as it is a series of steps. You're basically creating a blueprint for something else.
Hope is a terrible thing, she said. Is it? Yes, it keep you living in another place, a place which doesn't exist. For some people it's better than where they are. For many it's a relief. From life, she said. A relief from life? Is that living? Some people don't have a choice. No and that's awful for them. Hope is better than misery, he said. Or despair. Hope belongs in the same box as despair. Hope is not so bad, he said. At least despair has truth to it.Collection: People
Did people ever stop changing? They surprised you with fresh pain. Sometimes they surprised you with happiness, but the pain was the sharper surprise. There was no way to protect yourself from it. People could always change and always hurt you. Of course it went in the other direction too, you could hurt them when you didn't intend it and that too was out of your control.Collection: Hurt
The word dysfunction has, I think, served its purpose and now has lost its meaning. Every family, like every person, is imperfect, after all. The idea that there is a family somewhere who functions, is an odd concept. In my youth I was running from my family to try to find out who I was-their influence distracted me. Now I see what a powerful hold they have, no matter what.Collection: Running
She thought of how much people changed you. It was the opposite of what you always heard, that no one could change a person. It wasn't true. It was only through other people that one ever did change.Collection: Opposites
Between children and parents there is a difficulty of seeing each other simply as people.Collection: Children
Boy poison - a boy's kisses were like a poison, which infected you and after you were exposed you craved more, like an addict.Collection: Kissing
Off the packed trail we experience the miracle of corn snow, skiing atop the crust, like skiing on an eggshell that has been sprinkled with sugar.Collection: Sports
There is no good reason. Don't waste your life waiting for good reasons...You'll wait and wait.Collection: Waiting
Change and renewal are themes in life, arent they? We keep growing throughout life.Collection: Growing
I learned that if you love a boy you are no longer free. The boy may become more important than your own self and if it is so, you will find trouble there. The first time you are hurt in your heart, you do not forget the lesson. It stays forever.Collection: Hurt
I would have fallen in love with you anywhere.Collection: Love You
When a person you love moves by you with flat eyes that will not see you, it is a shock to believe it.Collection: Believe
After she was gone there would be no one who knew the whole of her life. She did not even know the whole of it! Perhaps she should have written some of it down...but really what would have been the point in that? Everything passed, she would too. This perspective offered her an unexpected clarity she nearly enjoyed, but even with this new clarity the world offered no more explanation for itself than it ever had.Collection: Should Have
...[She] felt as if she were both a stranger to herself and more herself than she'd ever been.Collection: Stranger
...it occurred to her how some people continued through no design of one's own to be in one's life while others might initially enter in a sort of blaze and seem to change everything but then might not stay around.Collection: People