Mary Karr
Mary Karr
Mary Karris an American poet, essayist and memoirist. She rose to fame in 1995 with the publication of her bestselling memoir The Liars' Club. She is the Jesse Truesdell Peck Professor of English Literature at Syracuse University...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth16 January 1955
CountryUnited States of America
writing terrified
Im always terrified when Im writing.
gave-up
He never gave up on me, I only stopped being matriculated.
real names smell
Those are only rumors of suffering. Real suffering has a face and a smell. It lasts in the most intense form no matter what you drape over it. And it knows your name.
people suffering stuff
When people suffer, their relationships usually suffer as well. Period. And we all suffer because, as the Buddha says, that's the nature of being human and wanting stuff we don't always get.
children yankee-stadium world
Be willing to be a child and be the Lilliputian in the world of Gulliver.
rain boys wind
When you do try to picture the boys who do ask you out, they're absolutely featureless, like old carvings eroded by centuries of rain and wind.
writing divorce faces
Nobody sounds good writing about your divorce, let's face it.
inspire desire week
I get about five memoirs per week in my mailbox, and few of them inspire anything but a desire to pick up the channel changer.
memories mean numbers
I do have a really good memory. I mean, like, I can remember all the phone numbers of everybody on the street I grew up on.
smart enough form
I'm not nearly smart enough or imaginative enough to tackle the novel form. Never happen.
writing people psychological
I tell people not to write too soon about their lives. Writing about yourself too young is loaded with psychological complexities.
strive veracity
As a memoirist, I strive for veracity.
lines machines calm
We are in the grip of some big machine grinding us along. The force of it simplifies everything. A weird calm settled over me from inside out. What is about to happen has stood in line to happen. All the roads out of that instant have been closed, one by one.
book profound degrees
I don't have a copy of my books, and the degree to which I never read them is profound. I never look.