Susanna Moore
Susanna Moore
Susanna Mooreis an American writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth9 December 1945
CountryUnited States of America
hawaii history seen
The history of Hawaii may be seen as a story of arrivals.
monk people spider
People will be able to survive, of course, without honeycreepers and monk seals. But if the wolf spider is in trouble, we are in trouble, too.
betting camps filipino
I was betting on cockfights in the Filipino workers' camps when I was 11.
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I lived in Calcutta for five months in 1999. While I was there, I read many journals, diaries, collections of letters and histories.
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I have to admit that I was very happy to finish 'In the Cut,' and happy not to return to it.
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'The Big Girls' has always seemed to me to be a story about different kinds of families - a divorced mother with a child; a father with his child and his girlfriend; a mother of three children, suffering from postpartum depression; and the rigid artificial families maintained by women in prison - all potentially perilous.
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The chance of any species reaching and then surviving on an island as distant as one of the Hawaiian chain is infinitesimal, but despite the extraordinary odds, plants and seeds found their way ashore, carried by the tide or blown by trade winds, inside birds or in their feathers, in the branches of trees and in the jetsam of sunken ships.
new-york party feet
New York is like a big dinner party. You have to be very careful about what you say and do because you never know whose feet are touching under the table.
running love-is essence
The belief that love is a finite essence that will eventually run out holds a certain logic for me even now, even if I am supposed to know better.
dream memories thinking
I think memories are like dreams. Not reliable proof of anything. I can't prove a memory any more than I can prove a dream.
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While I was writing 'The Big Girls,' I had to take a big breath each morning and calm myself sufficiently to once again enter that world. But friends tell me that it is the only thing that really interests me. They say that I like to be upset.
The world of womens' prisons is indeed a microcosm.