Nancy Horan
Nancy Horan
Nancy Horan is an American author of historical fiction...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
CountryUnited States of America
rivers swim want
I have been standing on the side of life, watching it float by. I want to swim in the river. I want to feel the current. -Loving Frank
wonderful feels
It's wonderful to feel desired. There's a sense of power in it, really.
retreat culture cactus
I'm like the trunk of a cactus... I take in a dose of culture and time with friends, then I retreat and go live on it for awhile until I get thirsty again.
effort trying behavior
How small we humans are. All our scrambling around, trying to buttress ourselves against death. All our efforts to insulate ourselves against uncertainty with codes of behavior and meaningless busyness.
kindness littles matter
In the end, what really matters? Only kindness. Only making somebody a little happier for your presence.
self different exile
It's not good to live so much inside oneself. It's a self-imposed exile, really. It makes you different.
reading use biographies
I always use primary sources, in addition to reading biographies and other materials.
i-love-you real eye
Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be the only human being who ever understood the real you.
stupid love-you men
I love you so much. I love you enough that I want to stay separate from you. You're an extraordinary man, Frank Wright. I could so easily lose myself in your world and never make a world of my own. And where would that leave us? We'd both be bored stupid.
memories past order
It has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me. If I can piece all these bits of memory together with the diaries and letters and the scribbled thoughts that clutter my mind and bookshelves, then maybe I can explain what happened. Maybe the worlds I have inhabited for the past seven years will assume order and logic and wholeness on paper. Maybe I can tell my story in a way that is useful to someone else.
emerge english hall history stories
History class was a forty-minute squirm from which I would emerge unscathed by insight. Down the hall in English Lit, though, there were stories to be had, and it was stories I craved.
historical school
If someone had told me in high school that one day I'd write an historical novel, I would have rolled my eyes.
drawn literary people
I guess I'm drawn to artists and literary people and want to learn about them.
assignment campaign candidates children married periods places rough sent time trail whose
I'm married to Kevin, a photographer whose career has put him on the campaign trail with presidential candidates and sent him on assignment to far-flung places for long periods of time. It was sometimes rough when our children were small, and I was beginning to write in earnest.