[In her devastating new book,] The Year of Magical Thinking, ... cut loose any fixed idea I had ever had about death, about illness, about probability and luck, about good fortune and bad, about marriage and children and memory, about grief, about the ways in which people do and do not deal with the fact that life ends, about the shallowness of sanity, about life itself. |
[Outside, a ceiling of pearly gray clouds coalesced over Manhattan, and the apartment had grown dark.] It just keeps dripping. It's been like this all week, ... Rain would be a relief. |
A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image. |
A pool is, for many of us in the West, a symbol not of affluence but of order, of control over the uncontrollable. A pool is water, made available and useful, and is, as such, infinitely soothing to the western eye. |
A young woman with long hair and a short white halter dress walks through the casino at the Riviera in Las Vegas at one in the morning. It was precisely this moment that made Play It As It Lays begin to tell itself to me. |
Americans are uneasy with their possessions, guilty about power, all of which is difficult for Europeans to perceive because they are themselves so truly materialistic, so versed in the uses of power. |
Call me the author. |
Grammar is a piano I play by ear. All I know about grammar is its power. |
hand that on parting squeezes your shoulder, salutes the small of your back. |
I am sort of religious. But I don't believe in a personal God, ... I believe in geology. You can't be in an earthquake ? without believing in that. It's pretty awe-inspiring. It's not personal. I don't feel the lack of a personal. |
I could not count the times during the average day when something would come up that I needed to tell him, ... This impulse did not end with his death. What ended was the possibility of response. |
I never had to finish sentences because he would finish them for me, ... I never got why. What was good for him was good for me. What was good for me was good for him. I don't understand what school of marriage they're thinking about. |
I think nobody owns the land until their dead are in it |
I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. |
I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. |