Anita Shreve
Anita Shreve
Anita Shreveis an American writer. The daughter of an airline pilot and a homemaker, she graduated from Dedham High School in Massachusetts, attended Tufts University and began writing while working as a high school teacher in Reading, MA. One of her first published stories, Past the Island, Drifting,was awarded an O. Henry Prize in 1976...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
CountryUnited States of America
till written
I start writing at 7.30 A.M. and write till noon. I've never written a single word after 5.00 P.M.
feet matter stopping
Sometimes, she thought, courage was simply a matter of putting one foot in front of another and not stopping.
dance ice might
If you're skating on thin ice, you might as well dance.
rooms tiny hello
A person walks into a room and says hello, and your life takes a course for which you are not prepared. It's a tiny moment (almost-but not quite-unremarkable), the beginning of a hundred thousand tiny moments and some larger ones.
night love-is thinking
I learned that night that love is never as ferocious as when you think it is going to leave you. We are not always allowed this knowledge, and so our love sometimes becomes retrospective.
good-luck punishment ideas
Good luck, I'm beginning to discover, is just as baffling as the bad. There never seems to be a reason for it - no sense of reward or punishment. It simply is - the most incomprehensible idea of all.
party car looks
The things that don't happen to us that we'll never know didn't happen to us. The nonstories. The extra minute to find the briefcase that makes you late to the spot where a tractor trailer mauled another car instead of yours. The woman you didn't meet because she couldn't get a taxi to the party you had to leave early from. All of life is a series of nonstories if you look at it that way. We just don't know what they are.
odd wells persons
Odd how intensely you knew a person, or thought you did, when you were in love-soaked, drenched in love-only to discover later that perhaps you didn't know that person quite as well as you had imagined.
life passion jealous
That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love.
love-is people ordinary
love is ... something extraordinary that happens to ordinary people.
drinking feelings body
I guess that's the point of drinking, to take all the feelings and thoughts and morals away until you are just a body doing what a body will do.
wonder behave ifs
I wonder this: If you take a woman and push her to the edge, how will she behave?
betrayal character love-is
Love and marriage are wonderful arenas in which to place a character. We are most likely to risk our morals and beliefs while in love. Betrayal gives tremendous insights into a character as well.
love thinking love-is
Love is never as ferocious as when you think it's going to leave you.