Literature can teach us how to live before we live, and how to die before we die. I believe that writing is practice for death, and for every (other) transformation human beings encounter.
The writing life is a secret life, wither we admit it or not. - Jayne Anne Phillips
The writing life is a secret life, wither we admit it or not.
- Jayne Anne Phillips
Talk between women friends is always therapy. - Jayne Anne Phillips
Talk between women friends is always therapy.
Then he's inside you, and your body remembers, each time, every man, even if you try to forget. - Jayne Anne Phillips
Then he's inside you, and your body remembers, each time, every man, even if you try to forget.
Literature can teach us how to live before we live, and how to die before we die. I believe that writing is practice for death, and for every (other)… - Jayne Anne Phillips
Literature can teach us how to live before we live, and how to die before we die. I believe that writing is practice for death, and for every (other)…
Towns change; they grow or diminish, but hometowns remain as we left them. - Jayne Anne Phillips
Towns change; they grow or diminish, but hometowns remain as we left them.
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
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.
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
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…
As before, there is a great silence, with no end in sight. The writer surrenders, listening. - Jayne Anne Phillips
As before, there is a great silence, with no end in sight. The writer surrenders, listening.
Smoke veils the air like souls in drifting suspension, declining the war's insistence everyone move on. - Jayne Anne Phillips
Smoke veils the air like souls in drifting suspension, declining the war's insistence everyone move on.
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