Quotes About Lionel Shriver

The premiere of Lynne Ramsay's film of 'We Need To Talk About Kevin' at the Cannes film festival provides an apt juncture at which to celebrate the miraculous power - not of film but of fiction. Lo, I have created a monster.

In grad school, I took a workshop with Scott Spencer, whose excellent novel 'Endless Love' had just been turned into a film. We students were in awe of his prestige. Yet Scott himself was chagrined; for good reason, he hated the movie.

Though a fine writer, Scott Spencer will forever be associated with a cheesy, sentimental film starring the vapid box-office draw Brooke Shields.

We'd been assured it wouldn't be painful, though she might experience 'discomfort,' a term beloved of the medical profession that seems to be a synonym for agony that isn't yours.

As a woman, I'd be uneasy about being given the power to determine what is insulting to women in general.

For Celia, her whole surround was animate, and each tapioca lump had a dense, nauseating little soul.

Is it called naiveté when you're naïve in purpose?

You don't understand," I said, adding the most difficult claim of fealty I'd ever made, "That's my son.

I'd no idea that you'd prove such an able apprentice. You were sure to be a journalist, in which case the chances were terribly high that you'd also be a prat.

She had joined the loamy, misshapen tubers on the living room sofa.

To truly pull off proper apathy about the stuff (money) would require so much energy, such contrived ideological zealotry, that the indifference would amount to a kind of caring.

The eerie disposition between player and piano put me in mind of Schroeder, banging out Beethoven on a toy.