Mary Higgins Clark
Mary Higgins Clark
Mary Theresa Eleanor Higgins Clark Conheeney, known professionally as Mary Higgins Clark, is an American author of suspense novels. Each of her 51 books has been a bestseller in the United States and various European countries, and all of her novels remained in print as of 2015, with her debut suspense novel, Where Are The Children, in its seventy-fifth printing...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth24 December 1929
CityBronx, NY
CountryUnited States of America
I certainly understand very much what it's (like when) an expense comes up and you're trying to figure out how to pay for it.
Even though it was six o'clock, there was no sense of approaching dawn.
A library is a path to the future--find yours there.
Approach your lives as if they were novels, with their own heroes, villains, red herrings, and triumphs
live your life as if you may lose everything.
A common question asked of writers is "When did you decide to become a writer?" The answer, of course, is that we didn't decide anything. It was decided for us. I firmly believe that mythical godmothers make appearances at our cradles, and bestow their gifts. The godmother who might have blessed me with a singing voice did not show up; the goddess of dance was nowhere in sight; the chef-to-the-angels was otherwise engaged. Only one made the journey to my cradle, and she whispered, "You will be a storyteller."
I am a natural optimist but there were times when (it seemed like) I was doing nothing but adding up on the back of envelope what I had to pay this month.
When a scientist's son or daughter becomes a scientist they'll say "Wonderful! Wonderful!" So, why, in the name of God, would a mother be jealous to see her daughter become a successful writer?
As a writer, you paint strokes and leave suggestions so readers can create their own pictures. That allows you to know someone by a small action and it saves countless pages of explanation.
Funny, when you finally faced reality, it was amazing how clearly you could see things.
The truth is I hate cocktail parties when the only person I know is my supposed date, and he abandons me the minute we come in the door.
Writing is storytelling. No matter how you slice it, you're saying, 'Once upon a time.' That's what writing is all about.
The first four months of writing the book, my mental image is scratching with my hands through granite. My other image is pushing a train up the mountain, and it's icy, and I'm in bare feet.
It's funny how, even long after you've accepted the grief of losing someone you love and truly have gotten on with your life, every once in a while something comes up that plays "gotcha," and for a moment or tow the car tissue seperates and the wound is raw again.