Lisa Unger
Lisa Unger
Lisa Ungeris an American author of contemporary fiction. Her novels have appeared on The New York Times Best Seller list, have sold millions of copies and have been translated into twenty-six languages...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth26 April 1970
CountryUnited States of America
world firsts fringe
Writers are first and foremost observers. We lose ourselves in the watching and then the telling of the world we find. Often we feel on the fringes, in the margins of life. And that's where we belong. What you are a part of, you cannot observe.
growing-up responsibility thinking
I think that's the moment when we all grow up, when we stop blaming our parents for the messes we've made out of our lives and start owning the consequences of our actions.
self discovery matter
Once you've started down that road to self-discovery, no matter how treacherous the path before you, you can't turn back. The universe doesn't allow it.
zero children fall
It was a strange lightness, a drifting feeling. Zero gravity. I understood that everything that once seemed solid and immovable might just float away. And that this was a truth of life, not an illusion in the grieving mind of a child. Everything that is hard and heavy in your world is made up of billions of molecules in constant motion offering the illusion of permanence. But it all tends toward breaking down and falling away. Some things just go more quickly, more surprisingly, than others.
path easy ifs
The universe conspires to reveal the truth and to make your path easy if you have the courage to follow the signs.
arrogance overcoming rage
Even if someone is overcome with rage, it takes amazing arrogance to kill.
psychiatrist ifs
If I weren't a writer, I'd be a psychiatrist.
today finest crime
Alafair Burke is one of the finest young crime writers working today.
accepting
Love accepts. Forgiveness comes in time.
single-mom judging analyzing
I didn’t see the point of judging and analyzing a single moment in someone’s life.
party sleep home
And we stood like that. The joining of hands is highly underrated in the acts of intimacy. You kiss acquaintances or colleagues, casually to say hello or good-bye. You might even kiss a close friend chastely on the lips. You might quickly hug anyone you knew. You might even meet someone at a party, take him home and sleep with him, never to see him or hear from him again. But to join hands and stand holding each other that way, with the electricity of possibilities flowing between you? The tenderness of it, the promise of it, is only something you share with a few people in your life.
hips used
anyone who used the word hip probably wasn't.
safe shields judgment
Judgment is such a useful shield, isn't it? We can hide behind it, rise above others on its crest, keep ourselves safe and separate.
form noise
I've always had this in a kind of worst-case dark imagination. I want to know what the dark form in the window is. I want to know what the noise under the staircase is.