She will remain sane and she will live as she was meant to live, richly and deeply, among others of her kind, in full possession and command of her gifts.

Michael Cunningham

Michael Cunningham

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American

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My little girl, oh, the daughter I never had. Now tell me, angel, are you fucking anybody new?

A certain bohemian, good-witch sort of charm.

I have to keep reminding myself that almost everybody is always lying.

Clarissa, sane Clarissa-exultant, ordinary Clarissa- will go on, loving London, loving her life of ordinary pleasure, and someone else, a deranged poet, a visionary, will be the one to die.

There is a beauty in the world, though it's harsher than we expect it to be.

Like my hero Virginia Woolf, I do lack confidence. I always find that the novel I'm finishing, even if it's turned out fairly well, is not the novel I had in my mind. I think a lot of writers must negotiate this, and if they don't admit it, they're not being honest.

She is, above all else, tired; she wants more than anything to return to her bed and her book. The world, this world, feels suddenly stunned and stunted, far from everything.

This, Barrett Meeks, is your work. You witness, and compile. You persevere.

And yet, it gives Peter nothing. Not now. Not today. Not when he needs... more. More than this well-executed idea. More than the shark in the tank meant to frighten, more than the guy on the street meant to say something pithy about celebrity. More than this.

Morning, Peter, she calls.

I am beginning to understand the true difference between youth and age. Young people have time to make plans and think of new ideas. Older people need their whole energy to keep up with what's already been set in motion.

It's your life, quite possibly your only one. Still you find yourself having a vodka at three a.m., waiting for your pill to kick in, with time ticking through you and your own ghost already wandering among your rooms.

The problem with the truth is, it's so often mild and clichéd.

You want to give him the book of his own life, the book that will locate him, parent him, arm him for the changes.