Then he's inside you, and your body remembers, each time, every man, even if you try to forget.

- Jayne Anne Phillips

If all stories are fiction, fiction can be true -- not in detail or fact, but in some transformed version of feeling. If there is a memory of paradis…

- Jayne Anne Phillips

The writing life is a secret life, wither we admit it or not.

- Jayne Anne Phillips

The writer's first affinity is not to a loyalty, a tradition, a morality, a religion, but to life itself, and to its representation in language.

- Jayne Anne Phillips

When the year turns, there are bells on the wind. All the old years fall on the ground in lights.

- Jayne Anne Phillips

As before, there is a great silence, with no end in sight. The writer surrenders, listening.

- Jayne Anne Phillips

Towns change; they grow or diminish, but hometowns remain as we left them.

- Jayne Anne Phillips

I write line by line, by the sound and the weight and the music of the words.

- Jayne Anne Phillips

If death is this brilliant slide, this high, fine music felt as pure vibration, this plunging float in wind and silence, it's not so bad.

- Jayne Anne Phillips