Anna Quindlen
Anna Quindlen
Anna Marie Quindlenis an American author, journalist, and opinion columnist whose New York Times column, Public and Private, won the Pulitzer Prize for Commentary in 1992. She began her journalism career in 1974 as a reporter for the New York Post. Between 1977 and 1994 she held several posts at The New York Times...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNon-Fiction Author
Date of Birth8 July 1952
CityPhiladelphia, PA
CountryUnited States of America
I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves.
what we call things matters. ... The words we use, and how we perceive those words, reflect how we value, or devalue, people, places, and things.
Women writers of all people should know better than to pigeonhole women, put them in little groups, the smart one, the sweet one.
If God had meant Harvard professors to appear in People magazine, She wouldn't have invented The New York Review of Books.
People have writer's block not because they can't write, but because they despair of writing eloquently.
those of us who read because we love it more than anything, who feel about bookstores the way some people feel about jewelers...
I will never understand people who think that the way to show their righteous opposition to sexual freedom is to write letters full of filthy words.
Reading is another thing that has made me more human by exposing me to worlds I might never have entered and people I might never meet.
Kids and violent TV, violent TV and violence, violence and kids. The only people missing from this discussion are the parents. Where are we? Gone. Abdicated.
Writing seems to be the only profession people imagine you can do by thinking about doing it.
The clearest explanation for the failure of any marriage is that the two people are incompatible; that is, that one is male and the other female.
Jane Austen may not be the best writer, but she certainly writes about the best people. And by that I mean people just like me.
Since the age of five I had been one of those people who was an indefatigable reader, more inclined to go off by myself with a book than do any of the dozens of things that children usually do to amuse themselves. I never aged out of it.
In the family sandwich, the older people and the younger ones can recognize one another as the bread. Those in the middle are, for a time, the meat.