Quotes from Kim Edwards

Grown now, he stood in a train station or on the sidewalk beneath fluttering leaves or strode across a street. He paused in front of shop windows, or reached into his pocket for a ticket, or shaded his eyes against the sun. He'd grown from her body and now, astonishingly, he moved through the world without her. She

Rows and rows of books lined the shelves and I let my eyes linger on the sturdy spines, thinking how human books were, so full of ideas and images, worlds imagined, worlds perceived; full of fingerprints and sudden laughter and the sighs of readers, too.

dirt, but the machine began to make

how lovely it was to sit quietly anchored in one place.

How was it possible to let a child grow up and go out into that dangerous and unpredictable world?

The love was within her all the time and its only renewal came from giving it away The Memory Keeper's Daughter

It was like standing on a threshold, a door in the world that would open into a place you'd never expected to be, a place from which you couldn't return. Welcome or unwelcome, knowledge was something you could never undo.

This is what I used to think, that some people were simply good and others were not, and that I, of course, was good. But now I think instead that evil is a force in the world, a force that seeks, and it finds its way into our lives through anger and loss, through sadness and betrayal, like mold on bread, like rot on an apple, it takes hold.

'Middlesex' by Jeffrey Eugenides left me both moved and, at times, laughing out loud in delight.

I had a great life even before 'The Memory Keeper's Daughter' took off. I really enjoy teaching.

The secret at the heart of 'The Memory Keeper's Daughter' is something everybody, except for some of the characters, knows in Chapter 1. Some of the narrative tension comes from that distance between what the readers know and what the characters know.

William Trevor is an author I admire; his stories are subtle and powerful, and beautifully written.

In writing, I want to be remembered for telling good stories in beautiful and powerful language, using the poetry of words to reflect the thematic concerns of compelling stories.

She saw herself moving through another life, an exotic, difficult, satisfying life.

But she had felt since childhod that her life would n ot be ordinary. A moment would come- she would know it when she saw it- and everything would change.

So something had begun, and now she could not stop it. Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement. She could leave this place today. She could start a new life somewhere else.

Your understanding of a place changes the longer you stay; you discover more, and your own life gets woven into the fabric of the community.

The place was a familiar as breath but as far from his life now as the moon.

You don't know when you are immersed in a book what the reaction to it will be, but I feel great about 'The Lake of Dreams.'

I like to think I've grown as a writer and taken some risks, but I still consider myself to be a literary writer.

I think that it would be hard to find a family that didn't have a secret in it somewhere, and sometimes we know about them, sometimes we don't. Sometimes we have an inkling that there's something hidden, but I think that it touches everybody's life.

I lived for two years in Odawara, a castle town an hour outside of Tokyo, near the sea. It's a beautiful place, and I drew on my experiences there when writing 'The Lake of Dreams.'

I've always set my stories in places I know well. It frees me up to spend more imaginative time on the characters if I'm not worrying about the logistics.

She didn't love him and he didn't love her; she was like an addiction, and what they were doing had a darkness to it, a weight.