Quotes About Amy Bloom

For me, the short story is the depth of a novel, the breadth of a poem, and, as you come to the last few paragraphs, the experience of surprise.

My father would have been spectacularly ill-suited to working for an institution of any kind, and I suspect that, to a lesser degree, that's true of me, too.

Memory seems as faulty, as misunderstood and misguided, as every other thought or spasm that passes through us.

And why is Saint Paula a Saint? She dumps her four kids at a convent. She runs off to Hajira with Saint Jerome. How is that a saint? You've got shitty mothers all over America who would love to dump their kids and travel.

What is the body? Endurance. What is love? Gratitude. What is hidden in our chests? Laughter. What else? Compassion).

I find my readers to be very smart, and there is no reason to write dumb.