Barbara Grizzuti Harrison
Barbara Grizzuti Harrison
Barbara Grizzuti Harrisonwas an American journalist, essayist and memoirist. She is best known for her autobiographical work, particularly her account of growing up as one of Jehovah's Witnesses, and for her travel writing...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth14 September 1934
CountryUnited States of America
country sorry past
The past is a sorry country.
doctrine tradition absence
Persecution always acts as a jell for members of cults; it proves to them, in the absence of history, liturgy, tradition, and doctrine, that they are God's chosen.
ideas people
Beware of people carrying ideas. Beware of ideas carrying people.
thinking looks single-women
I don't think I know a single woman who knows what she looks like.
husband artist movement
To offer the complexities of life as an excuse for not addressing oneself to the simpler, more manageable (trivial) aspects of daily existence is a perversity often indulged in by artists, husbands, intellectuals -- and critics of the Women's Movement.
reality share propensity
Women's propensity to share confidences is universal. We confirm our reality by sharing.
artistic strikes autobiography
Autobiography is a preemptive strike against biographers.
perfect architecture boundaries
I love cloisters, which are the architectural equivalent of a theological concept: perfect freedom within set boundaries.
betrayal fall love-is
We are all proprietary toward cities we love. 'Ah, you should have seen her when I loved her!' we say, reciting glories since faded or defiled, trusting her to no one else; that others should know and love her in her present fallen state (for she must fall without our vigilant love) is a species of betrayal.
prayer thinking sometimes
Sometimes I think that just not thinking of oneself is a form of prayer. . .
desire objects
Desire creates its own object.
imagination world rehearsal
All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination.
rome lows accommodate
Rome is all things high and low. It is like God, it accommodates so much.
mother jealous firsts
My mother was my first jealous lover ...