Everybody in America grew up without a father even if they had one. It was the fifties. They were working.
Love ruined people's lives, the way our parents said drugs could. - Mona Simpson
Love ruined people's lives, the way our parents said drugs could.
- Mona Simpson
We come into the world whole, all of us, but we don't know that, don't know that life will be taking large chunks out of us, forever. - Mona Simpson
We come into the world whole, all of us, but we don't know that, don't know that life will be taking large chunks out of us, forever.
Once upon a time, my mother lived in the posh downtown of Homs, Syria. She described my grandfather as a king in a storybook, atop a horse, wearing a… - Mona Simpson
Once upon a time, my mother lived in the posh downtown of Homs, Syria. She described my grandfather as a king in a storybook, atop a horse, wearing a…
Fashion is what seems beautiful now but looks ugly later; art can be ugly at first but it becomes beautiful later. - Mona Simpson
Fashion is what seems beautiful now but looks ugly later; art can be ugly at first but it becomes beautiful later.
Everybody in America grew up without a father even if they had one. It was the fifties. They were working. - Mona Simpson
Even as a feminist, my whole life I'd been waiting for a man to love, who could love me. For decades, I'd thought that man would be my father. When I… - Mona Simpson
Even as a feminist, my whole life I'd been waiting for a man to love, who could love me. For decades, I'd thought that man would be my father. When I…
Casebook is my attempt at a love story. I had a vision of a difficult love. - Mona Simpson
Casebook is my attempt at a love story. I had a vision of a difficult love.
Reading-not occasionally, not only on vacation but everyday-gives me nourishment and enlarges my life in mysterious and essential ways. - Mona Simpson
Reading-not occasionally, not only on vacation but everyday-gives me nourishment and enlarges my life in mysterious and essential ways.
We all - in the end - die in medias res. In the middle of a story. Of many stories. - Mona Simpson
We all - in the end - die in medias res. In the middle of a story. Of many stories.
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