Anita Shreve
Anita Shreve
Anita Shreveis an American writer. The daughter of an airline pilot and a homemaker, she graduated from Dedham High School in Massachusetts, attended Tufts University and began writing while working as a high school teacher in Reading, MA. One of her first published stories, Past the Island, Drifting,was awarded an O. Henry Prize in 1976...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
CountryUnited States of America
night love-is thinking
I learned that night that love is never as ferocious as when you think it is going to leave you. We are not always allowed this knowledge, and so our love sometimes becomes retrospective.
love-is people ordinary
love is ... something extraordinary that happens to ordinary people.
betrayal character love-is
Love and marriage are wonderful arenas in which to place a character. We are most likely to risk our morals and beliefs while in love. Betrayal gives tremendous insights into a character as well.
love thinking love-is
Love is never as ferocious as when you think it's going to leave you.
alone crave love truly
I love working alone. Crave it, in fact. I feel truly alive then.
till written
I start writing at 7.30 A.M. and write till noon. I've never written a single word after 5.00 P.M.
struggle infinite possibility
the enduring struggle to capture in words the infinite possibilities of a life not lived.
persons knows
But how do you ever know that you know a person?
struggle character successful
Sometimes it seems to me that all of life is a struggle to contain the natural impulses of the body and spirit, and that what we call character represents only the degree to which we are successful in this endeavor.
blood air body
And she thought then how strange it was that disaster--the sort of disaster that drained the blood from your body and took the air out of your lungs and hit you again and again in the face--could be at times, such a thing of beauty.
enough said ifs
I loved him," Muire said. "We were in love." As if that were enough.
grief exhausting
Among other things, Kathryn knew, grief was physically exhausting.
grief might way
And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room.
left
To leave, after all, was not the same as being left.