Paula McLain
Paula McLain
Paula McLainis an American author best known for her novel, The Paris Wife, a fictionalized account of Ernest Hemingway's first marriage which became a long-time New York Times bestseller. She has published two collections of poetry, a memoir about growing up in the foster system, and the novel A Ticket to Ride...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
CountryUnited States of America
light alive mets
I'd never met anyone so vibrant or alive. He moved like light.
hurt people missing
I miss good old-fashioned honorable people just trying to make something of life. Simply, without hurting anyone else. I know that makes me a sap.
past together tradition
To marry was to say you believed in the future and in the past, too-that history and tradition and hope could stay knit together to hold you up.
sadness thinking together-again
It gave me a sharp kind of sadness to think that no matter how much I loved him and tried to put him back together again, he might stay broken forever.
space magic lavender
It was our favorite part of the day, this in-between time, and it always seemed to last longer than it should--a magic and lavender space unpinned from the hours around it, between worlds.
thinking names giving
And that's when he finally tells me his name is Ernest. I'm thinking of giving it away, though. Ernest is so dull, and Hemingway? Who wants a Hemingway?
rich admire
The very rich only admire themselves
real artist sweat
Why is it every other person you meet says they're an artist? A real artist doesn't need to gas on about it, he doesn't have time. He does his work and sweats it out in silence, and no one can help him at all.
way apologetic charming
... and yet he could also be very charming, in a bookish, infinitely apologetic way.
together lucky enough
I hope we'll get lucky enough to grow old together.
girl sweet cutting
I didn't want to be a sweet boy's sweet girlfriend. I wanted to be Fawn's equal, the kind of girl who stood up for herself and took care of business, who cut guys loose when it was required.
complicated tied
Happiness is so awfully complicated, but freedom isn't. You're either tied down or you're not.
storm want saved
Not everyone out in a storm wants to be saved
wall real garden
Ernest once told me that the word paradise was a Persian words that meant walled garden. I knew then that he understood how necessary the promises we made to each other were to our happiness. You couldn't have real freedom unless you knew were the walls were and tended to them. We could lean on the walls because they existed; they existed because we leaned on them.