Anita Shreve Quotes

I have a Facebook page and a website. Beyond that, I'm actually a very private person. I'd rather see the focus on the books than on me.

The warmth of him always, even on the coldest of nights, as though his inner furnace burned extravagantly.

She thinks of all that will have to be done to dismantle a life.

It is time that determines the intensity of love.

The enduring struggle to capture in words the infinite possibilities of a life not lived.

One day a man has a job, and life is full of possibilities. The next day the job and the car are gone, and the man cannot look his wife in the eye.

A single action can cause a life to veer off in a direction it was never meant to go.

I edit as I write. I revise endlessly. I don't go forward until I know that what I've written is as good as I can make it.

Among other things, Kathryn knew, grief was physically exhausting.

Her pace is furious as she walks along the beach, the surf competing with the noise in her head.

It's a wonder any of us make it.

I love working alone. Crave it, in fact. I feel truly alive then.

Are we, as we age, I wonder, repaid for all our thoughtless gestures

As a novelist, I remain interested in the notion of a single reckless act and its consequences.

Everyday, there are choices to make and sometimes you make a selfish one.

All the picketers look bored and hot and like they

I start writing at 7.30 A.M. and write till noon. I've never written a single word after 5.00 P.M.

Children don't heal as well.. they change.. they mutate with disaster and make accomodations.

Voltage crossed the distance between Sheila and Webster. A current composed of anger and remorse and something else-the last flicker of attraction

Good shoveling - and then I walk

I think about the hurt that stories cannot ease, not with a thousand tellings.

If you suspect a problem, there is a problem. Don't let them get away with even the very first lie. Be vigilant.

Each house has its own signature, unknown to all except the grown children who go back to visit.

The view, though. The view. It is undeniably exhilarating.

I worried constantly. I felt that my son was chipping away at me. This small thing and then that small thing.

And though her husband will appear to come alive, she knows that it is lust - too quickly ignited and too quickly extinguished - that animates him.

Something inside me squeezes up tight like a sponge that is being wrung out

To be relieved of love, she thought, was to give up a terrible burden.

Were you frightened?
One gets tired of being frightened, wouldn't you agree?

And so a person can never promise to love someone forever because you never know what might come up, what terrible thing the person you love might do.

That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love.

The pull of history has been a strong theme in my life as a novelist.

I have always been faithful to you if faithful means the experience against which everything else has been measured.

Love is ... something extraordinary that happens to ordinary people.

Poverty, her mother has written, makes you clever, and Honora knows that this is true.

She's a good person to hug, because her body fills up all the empty spaces.

But how do you ever know that you know a person?

You reap what you sow.

If one has a good reputation and trusted, the rules can be bent to accommodate.

Schoolboy, a teenager, with a teenager's innocence and

The lying started in the eighth grade. Possibly it had begun earlier, and I simply hadn't noticed.

There are more experiences in life than you'd think for which there are no words.

-Do you recognize suffering? -I hope I do. -Injustice? -Again, I hope I would. -Then you are a political man.

Is imagination dependent upon experience, or is experience influenced by imagination?

I thought about how one tiny decision can change a life. A decision that takes only a split second to make.

And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room.

I wonder this: If you take a woman and push her to the edge, how will she behave?

Like many readers, I am continually in search of books that allow me to lose myself in an entirely unique universe.

Once you tell your first lie, the first time you lie for him, you are in it with him, and then you are lost.

I guess that's the point of drinking, to take all the feelings and thoughts and morals away until you are just a body doing what a body will do.

To leave, after all, was not the same as being left.

Sometimes, she thought, courage was simply a matter of putting one foot in front of another and not stopping.

Love is never as ferocious as when you think it's going to leave you.

I loved him," Muire said. "We were in love." As if that were enough.