Quotes About Author

You have what we in France call 'good time teeth,'" she said. "Why on earth would you want to change them?" "Um, because I can floss with the sash to my bathrobe?

She just happens to be my father, young man, and I'd appreciate it of you'd show her a little respect.

This is a busy week with me and lunatics, whom I tend to see as either signs or messengers.

She paused, and I took the opportunity to practice the only promotional skill at my disposal: fluttering my fingers over the telephone's mouthpiece, I attempted to cast a spell, silently chanting, It's me who you want. Me, me, me.

It was the stupidest thing the cat had ever heard of, an AA program in prison.

this former director of the FBI whom we all hated until someone we hated even more fired him.

Bill Gates, who has murdered more innocents than even the Clintons, apparently.

North Carolina is temperate and populated with well-meaning people; therefore I will engage in oral sex with another man.

He has a point there, that's harsh. Unfortunately, they never gave him a medal for it and as a result he brings it up time and time again.

In his work shirt and underpants, he looked powerful but also cartoonish, like a bear dressed up for a job interview.

The third guest, a poet, had recently published a memoir about her cancer and the many operations performed in an effort to reconstruct her jaw.

I don't think of myself as overly prissy, but it bothered me to find a finger on my bedroom floor.

Now it seems cruel, abusive even, but this all happened before the invention of self-esteem, which, frankly, I think is a little overrated.

It seemed like such a television moment, the intimacy unearned—grotesque, almost.

February 13, 1989 Chicago Tonight at Barbara's Bookstore, Tobias Wolff read from his new memoir, This Boy's Life.

A concept as uninviting as a shampoo cocktail.

He tells me that my life is empty, but it isn't quite because I bought some pot today.

Lisa was not a daughter now but just another female unable to control her wildly shifting emotions.

This was not the adulthood that I had predicted for myself: an author of books, spending a week in Hawaii with his handsome longtime boyfriend before deciding which house to return to. I had wished for it, sure, but I also wished for a complete head transplant.

Maybe you should grow a Vandyke." I didn't say that I'd rather have herpes, as the doctor had a Vandyke himself. It looked like he'd taken a big gulp from a mugful of hair.

It maybe wasn't the best story in the world, but, as the mouse had told him on more than one occasion, it wasn't the worst either.

Samuel Johnson: A book should either allow us to escape existence or teach us how to endure it .

They straddled the line between feral and civilized, licking the hand that fed them and attacking whatever it pointed to.

branched and branched again until one of the branches brought Player Two to a sideways diamond leading to Yes.