Gail Godwin
Gail Godwin
Gail Godwinis an American novelist and short story writer. Godwin has written 14 novels, two short story collections, three non-fiction books, and ten libretti. Her primary literary accomplishments are her novels, which have included five best-sellers and three finalists for the National Book Award. Most of her books are realistic fiction novels that follow a character's psychological and intellectual development, often based on themes taken from Godwin's own life...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth18 June 1937
CountryUnited States of America
...Some things...arrive in their own mysterious hour, on their own terms and not yours, to be seized or relinquished forever.
At times ... one is downright thankful for the self-absorption of other people.
Much of the activity we think of as writing is, actually, getting ready to write.
Heroics are not easily had for the young in our times. Perhaps that is why they go to such extremes to create their own dangers.
Something's your vocation if it keeps making more of you.
What did a few ripples in the flesh matter when, all too soon, now or later, that flesh would be making its return journey to dust?
You're supposed to get tired planting bulbs. But it's an agreeable tiredness.
During the act of writing I have told myself something that I didn't know I knew.
I'm always aware that I risk being taken for a neurasthenic prima donna when I explain to someone who wants 'just a little' of my time that five minutes of the wrong kind of distraction can ruin a working day.
life is a disease ...
Who wanted to creep along in comfort when there was one chance in a thousand of flying?
How easy it was to make people happy, when you didn't want or need anything from them.
The act of longing for something will always be more intense than the requiting of it.
I confess, right at the start, to the doubts - and sometimes outright dreads - that go with me as I climb the stairs to my study in the morning, coffee mug in hand: I have to admit to the habitual apprehension mixed with a sort of reverence, as I light the incense . . . and wonder: what is going to happen today? Will anything happen? Will the angel come today?