J. Courtney Sullivan
J. Courtney Sullivan
Julie Courtney Sullivan, better known as J. Courtney Sullivan, is an American novelist and former writer for The New York Times...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
CountryUnited States of America
distracted easily
I sometimes read on the subway, but I'm a hopeless eavesdropper and get easily distracted by strangers' conversations.
embody gotten means women
I know a lot of women who embody what it means to be a feminist but do not want to use that word. The misperceptions about what it's all about have gotten into their heads.
years way six
There were so many ways to be twenty-six years old.
dog drinking class
When I was in fourth grade, a novelist came to talk to my English class. She told us that being an author meant sitting at the kitchen table in pajamas, drinking tea with the dogs at your feet.
father dirty clothes
She remembered how she had felt cleaning out her father's clothes, wanting at once to hold on to every dirty handkerchief and musty page of sheet much, and yet wishing she were anywhere else on earth, free of it all.
moving feelings would-be
If things had been different, she would be in Carolyn's place right now. She didn't want that sort of existence, but there was something so attractive about the security of feeling like you had stopped moving toward your life, and actually arrived.
girl kissing men
The girls said she was too cynical about love, but how could you not be? On the surface, relations between men and women were all soft kisses and white gowns and hand-holding. But underneath they were a scary, complicated, ugly mess, just waiting to rise to the surface.
individual disappear shock
She thought about him all the time - not so much about Doug the individual, but rather about the nature of love, and the shock of learning how quickly it could disappear.
fate world timing
Timing was everything when it came to being a woman—the moment you entered the world could seal your fate.
dressing-up guy dinner
I like dressing up for dates and dissecting a dinner conversation with a new guy to determine if he might be The One.
men thinking way
I admire the linear and decisive way a certain kind of man thinks, to my curlicue boundless overthinking.
smell skins
I love the smell of a mans skin.
girl apologizing modern
This was how the modern working girl behaved. She didn’t hide her femininity or apologize for it, as they did in the old days. She flaunted it and, having been given more than any woman before her, demanded even more than that.
night heartache littles
I read as much poetry as time allows and circumstance dictates: No heartache can pass without a little Dorothy Parker, no thunderstorm without W. H. Auden, no sleepless night without W. B. Yeats.