This was another item about growing up: you encountered all the cliches of love and loss and heartbreak.

- Sylvia Brownrigg

I plan to learn enough to read you like a book.

- Sylvia Brownrigg

Flannery craved a cigarette. Her nerves were so tense that only nicotine could soothe them, and for the first time, she genuinely understood how the …

- Sylvia Brownrigg

Those who are apparently absent can feel more present than the people right in front of you.

- Sylvia Brownrigg

In fiction, I have been on a Zweig kick. In England over December, I noticed that many British newspapers' year-end recommenders were praising the Pu…

- Sylvia Brownrigg

No wonder you want to be a writer. How can you not, with all that behind you? You practically are a novel already.

- Sylvia Brownrigg

The gap between the inner and outer self is one I've found interesting, even essential, about the way we move through the world. In The Delivery Room…

- Sylvia Brownrigg

It could not always be love in the afternoon and passion in the night, gifts given, notes written, meals fed to each other. It can't all be like that.

- Sylvia Brownrigg