Sylvia Brownrigg
I plan to learn enough to read you like a book.Collection: Book
No wonder you want to be a writer. How can you not, with all that behind you? You practically are a novel already.Collection: Want
Flannery craved a cigarette. Her nerves were so tense that only nicotine could soothe them, and for the first time, she genuinely understood how the drug worked. It wasn't just a prop or an affectation. It was a tool for mental health.Collection: Drug
The gap between the inner and outer self is one I've found interesting, even essential, about the way we move through the world. In The Delivery Room, I enjoyed traveling back and forth between the perspectives of the patients and that of the therapist - with the irony that with your therapist, you are at least supposed to be your most authentic self.Collection: Moving
It could not always be love in the afternoon and passion in the night, gifts given, notes written, meals fed to each other. It can't all be like that.Collection: Passion
This was another item about growing up: you encountered all the cliches of love and loss and heartbreak.Collection: Growing Up
Those who are apparently absent can feel more present than the people right in front of you.Collection: People
In fiction, I have been on a Zweig kick. In England over December, I noticed that many British newspapers' year-end recommenders were praising the Pushkin Press for reissuing several works by Stefan Zweig, a brilliant Austrian writer whose work brings to mind that of his compatriot Joseph Roth... these fictions are a treat of prewar European literatureCollection: Years