Gloria Naylor
Gloria Naylor
Gloria Nayloris an American novelist...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth25 January 1950
CountryUnited States of America
writing clue truth-is
Why do I write? The truth, the unvarnished truth, is that I haven't a clue.
life accepting-what-is life-is
Life is accepting what is and working from that.
self consciousness form
Self-consciousness is really a form of egotism.
father son daddy
Old as he was, he still missed his daddy sometimes.
law people community
The intelligence community, for the most part, has no accountability at all; to the Congress, to us the American people, and so they feel that they above the law.
The right woman is the one you can live with, not the one in your head.
new-york believe cities
There's something hypocritical about a city that keeps half of its population underground half of the time; you can start believing that there's much more space than there really is-to live, to work.
home knowing long
Home. It's being new and old all rolled into one. Measuring your new against old friends, old ways, old places, Knowing that as long as the old survives, you can keep changing as much as you want without the nightmare of waking up to a total stranger.
hurt memories glasses
Time's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystalize at any given moment at will: a thousand days are melted into one conversation, one glance, one hurt, and one hurt can be shattered and sprinkled over a thousand days. It is silent and elusive, refusing to be damned and dripped out day by day; it swirls through the mind while an entire lifetime can ride like foam on the deceptive, transparent waves and get sprayed onto the conciousness at ragged, unexpected intervals.
jobs work doors
Six months of looking for a job had made me an expert at picking out the people who, like me, were hurrying up to wait - in somebody's outer anything for a chance to make it through their inner doors to prove that you could type two words a minute, or not drool on your blouse while answering difficult questions about your middle initial and date of birth.
blessed body calm
It's as if I've arrived in a place where it's all spirit and no body -- an overwhelming sense of calm . . . I actually began to feel blessed.
disrespect pity mates
Contempt mates well with pity.
love laughter missing
The music in his laughter had a way of rounding off the missing notes in her soul.
men caught caught-up
We get so caught up in what a man isn't. It's what he is that counts.