Tom Perrotta
Tom Perrotta
Thomas R. Perrottais an American novelist and screenwriter best known for his novels Electionand Little Children, both of which were made into critically acclaimed, Academy Award-nominated films. Perrotta co-wrote the screenplay for the 2006 film version of Little Children with Todd Field, for which he received an Academy Award nomination for Best Adapted Screenplay. He is also known for his novel The Leftovers, which has been adapted into a TV series on HBO...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth13 August 1961
CountryUnited States of America
Maybe that's what we look for in the people we love, the spark of unhappiness we think we know how to extinguish.
Every minute we were together, I felt like I was wandering in the dark through a strange house, groping for a light switch. And then, whenever I found one and turned it on, the bulb was dead.
When things don't go well, it helps to think of yourself as a genius and the rest of the world as a bunch of idiots.
The lesson you have to learn as novelist is how to be collaborative, and how to say, "I don't get to dictate this."
You could say that this book is ripped from the headlines, but that wouldn't be fair. Bret Anthony Johnston's riveting novel picks up where the tabloids leave off, and takes us places even the best journalism can't go. Remember Me Like This is a wise, moving, and troubling novel about family and identity, and a clear-eyed inventory of loss and redemption.
They both seemed to understand that describing it was beyond their powers, the gratitude that spreads through your body when a burden gets lifted, and the sense of homecoming that follows, when you suddenly remember what it feels like to be yourself.
The interesting part about the writing process is that you can never see all the way to the end, not if something is happening over the course of a year and a half, or two years.
If anything, he seemed a little lonely, all too ready to open his heart at the slightest sign of interst.
Back then, when everybody thought the world would last forever, nobody had time for anything.
It's like the human race has been programmed for misery.
Nothing beats novel writing because it's complete expression of you. You just control everything. Not even a movie director has that level of control.
He'd never had to make the adjustments and compromises other people accepted early in their romantic careers; never had a chance to learn the lesson that Sarah taught him everyday--that beauty was only a part of it, and not even the most important part, that there were transactions between people that occurred on some mysterious level beneath the skin, or maybe even beyond the body.
Sooner or later we all lose our loved ones. We all have to suffer, every last one of us.
Meg was going to have to learn for herself what Laurie had figured out over the summer — that it was better to leave well enough alone, to avoid unnecessary encounters with people you’d left behind, to not keep poking at that sore tooth with the tip of your tongue. Not because you didn’t love them anymore, but because you did, and because that love was useless now, just another dull ache in your phantom limb.