Sue Grafton
Sue Grafton
Sue Taylor Graftonis a contemporary American author of detective novels. She is best known as the author of the 'alphabet series'featuring private investigator Kinsey Millhone in the fictional city of Santa Teresa, California. The daughter of detective novelist C. W. Grafton, she has said the strongest influence on her crime novels is author Ross Macdonald. Prior to success with this series, she wrote screenplays for television movies...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth24 April 1940
CountryUnited States of America
grief is an illness I can't recover from.
Emotion doesn't travel in a straight line. Like water, our feelings trickle down through cracks and crevices, seeking out the little pockets of neediness and neglect, the hairline fractures in our character usually hidden from public view.
Poise and indifference so often look the same.
Grade school was perilous. ... I can see how I must have worried them. I was the kind of kid who, for no apparent reason, wept piteously or threw up on myself. On an especially scary day, I sometimes did both.
Sometimes I wonder what the difference is between being cautious and being dead.
I focus on the writing and let the rest of the process take care of itself. I've learned to trust my own instincts and I've also learned to take risks.
Personally, I'd rather grow old alone than in the company of anyone I've met so far. I don't experience myself as lonely, incomplete, or unfulfilled, but I don't talk about that much. It seems to piss people off--especially men. (Kinsey Millhone)
Lucky is the spouse who dies first, who never has to know what survivors endure.
All of us are subjected to somebody else's power at some point. So once in a while you kiss ass. So what? Either you make your peace with that early, or you end up living your life as a crank and a misfit.
I figure guys are like Whitman's Samplers. I like to take a little bite out of each and then move on before the whole box gets stale.
After my years in Hollywood, I got tired of apologizing for work that really wasn't mine to begin with.
Give yourself time to get better.
School was a source of great suffering to me, but once I learned to read, I disappeared into books, where I was a happy visitor to all the worlds that sprang full-blown from the printed page.
Perhaps when we're forced to forfeit what we own, we lose any sentimental associations. Perhaps pawning our valuables frees us in the same way a house fire destroys not only our worldly goods, but our attachment to what's gone.