Top 100 Quotes About Lorrie
#1. I know how much you care about me, Lorrie. We all make mistakes. You're here with me now, that's all that matters.
Priscilla West
#2. Some of the writers I admire who seem very, very funny and very emotional to me can develop a closeness with the reader without giving too much of themselves away. Lorrie Moore comes to mind, as does David Sedaris. When they write, the reader thinks that they're being trusted as a friend.
Sloane Crosley
#3. Lorrie, we're going to be together tonight. And tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that. We're going to work things out together.
Priscilla West
#4. Life is a field of corn. Literature is the shot glass it distills down into. Lorrie Moore
Mary Karr
#5. Anything by Lorrie Moore speaks to a certain kind of person.
Jami Attenberg
#6. It wasn't that Lorrie Ann was becoming a Goody Two-shoes. It wasn't that she wanted to be perfect or loved or approved of. No. She wanted something much more dangerous. She wanted meaning. And she thought it could be gotten by following the rules.
Rufi Thorpe
#7. I love fiction. I like reading short stories. Cupcakes, pop songs, Polaroids, and short stories. They all raise and answer questions in a short space. I like Lorrie Moore. Amy Hempel. Tim O'Brien. Raymond Carver. All the heartbreakers.
Laurel Nakadate
#8. I want people to read good work. If I see someone reading a book by Lorrie Moore or Jennifer Egan, I'm psyched. If I see them reading X Latin American Writer Who Sucks, I'm not psyched. But in terms of news, I do think that's important.
Daniel Alarcon
#9. I do wish I could write like some of the American women, who can be clever and heartfelt and hopeful; people like Lorrie Moore and Jennifer Egan. But Ireland messed me up too much, I think, so I can't.
Anne Enright
#10. I'm gonna save us both. But I can't do it by myself. I need you with me, Lorrie. I need you you to give us both strength.
Priscilla West
#11. I think UNC and Lorrie Fair is a perfect match.
Lorrie Fair
#12. Her parents had gone from a couple who would be different, who would be better than anyone, who were determined to be better than most, to a couple who would be different because they were worse.
Lorrie Moore
#13. She knew that the world was not created to speak just to her, and yet, as with her son, sometimes things did.
Lorrie Moore
#14. Unless you have a life of great importance, regrets are stupid, crumpled-up tickets to a circus that has already left town.
Lorrie Moore
#15. She smiled at him, with longing. 'Where do you live,' she asked, 'and how do I get there?
Lorrie Moore
#16. Bucks, doe - thank God everything boils down to money, I always say."
"During mating season the doe constructs a bed for herself, and then she urinates all around the outside of it. That's how she gets her mate."
"So that's it," murmured Odette. "I was always peeing in the bed.
Lorrie Moore
#17. Amber was not shy. If she had been shy, not one of us would be at Perkins right now.
Lorrie Moore
#18. John had dreamed so long and hard of this place that he had hoped it right out of existence. Probably no place in the world could withstand such an assault of human wishing.
Lorrie Moore
#19. A smile, a weird one, nestled in his mouth like an egg.
Lorrie Moore
#20. Which is it," she asked. "Is it CLIToris or clotORis?"
I didn't know. Why didn't I know? "It may depend on which you have," I said.
Lorrie Moore
#21. You always say that," said Evan, "but then you go on your trips and vacations and then you settle back into things and then you're quiet for a while and then you say you're fine, you're busy, and then after a while you say you're going crazy again, and you start all over.
Lorrie Moore
#22. I want to pretend there's such a thing as requited love. As the endurance of love.
Lorrie Moore
#23. But this is the kind of thing that fiction is: it's the unlivable life, the strange room tacked onto the house, the extra moon that is circling the earth unbeknownst to science.
Lorrie Moore
#24. Better to think of writing, of what one does, as an activity, rather than an identity to keep the calling a verb rather than a noun.
Lorrie Moore
#25. Although Kit and Rafe had met in the peace movement, marching, organizing, making no nukes signs, now they wanted to kill each other. They had become, also, a little pro-nuke.
Lorrie Moore
#26. No matter what terror or loveliness the earth could produce - winds, seas - a person could produce the same, lived with the same, lived with all that mixed-up nature swirling inside, every bit.
Lorrie Moore
#27. You chose love like a belief, a faith, a place, a box for one's heart to knock against like a spook in the house.
Lorrie Moore
#28. Sometimes it seemed that she and rudy were two people attempting to tango, sweating and trying, long after the orchestra had grown tired, long after everyone else had gone home.
Lorrie Moore
#29. All the world's a stage we're going through.
Lorrie Moore
#30. This ceremony of approval was a charade - everything had been decided before we got here - and as with all charades it was wanly ebullient, necessary, and thin.
Lorrie Moore
#31. To write a short story, you have to be able to stay up all night.
Lorrie Moore
#32. I had never feared insomnia before
like prison, wouldn't it just give you more time to read?
Lorrie Moore
#34. I've accrued a kind of patience, I believe, loosely like change.
Lorrie Moore
#35. How quickly bodies came to love each other, promise themselves to each other always, without asking permission. From the mind! If only she could give up her mind, let her heart swell, inflamed, her brain stepping out for whole days, whole seasons, her work shrinking to limericks.
Lorrie Moore
#37. I grew up with 'Life' magazine on the coffee table, Life cereal on the breakfast table, and the game of Life on the card table. People were just so happy to be alive, I guess.
Lorrie Moore
#39. She would turn from him in bed, her hands under the pillow, the digital clock peeling back the old skins of numbers.
Lorrie Moore
#40. If my soccer career were over, I would still come here because of the people. And despite the fact I've had to skip some school for National Team purposes, I am looking forward to holding that Carolina degree as soon as I can get my hands on it.
Lorrie Fair
#41. I was realising that all new feelings from here on in would probably be bad ones. Surprises would no longer be good.
Lorrie Moore
#42. The affectionate farce I make of him ignores the ways I feel his lack of love for me. But we are managing.
Lorrie Moore
#43. This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic.
Lorrie Moore
#44. This is not a restaurant. Restaurants serve different things from this.
Lorrie Moore
#45. A short story is a love affair, a novel is a marriage. A short story is a photograph; a novel is a film.
Lorrie Moore
#46. If we were still English we'd be drinking more and driving on the wrong side of the road - pretty much what people do on the Fourth of July anyway.
Lorrie Moore
#47. The compulsion to read and write - and it seems to me it should be, even must be, a compulsion - is a bit of mental wiring the species has selected, over time, in order, as the life span increases, to keep us interested in ourselves.
Lorrie Moore
#48. Some people get their books on the best-seller list and then they count the number of weeks, and I just never want to live that way.
Lorrie Moore
#49. Philosophize: you are a mistress, part of a great hysterical you mean historical tradition.
Lorrie Moore
#50. Don't mistake a lack of sophistication for sweetness.
Lorrie Moore
#51. Through college she had been a feminist - basically: she shaved her legs, but just not often enough, she liked to say.
Lorrie Moore
#52. He calls you occasionally at the office to ask how you are. You doodle numbers and curlicues on the corners of Rolodex cards. Fiddle with your Phi Beta Kappa key. Stare out the window. You always, always, say: Fine.
Lorrie Moore
#53. If you're suicidal, and you don't actually kill yourself, you become known as 'wry.
Lorrie Moore
#54. The key to marriage, she concluded, was just not to take the thing too personally.
Lorrie Moore
#55. I looked in vain for LaRoue, my cruelty toward her now in me like a splinter, where it would sit for years in my helpless memory, the skin growing around; what else can memory do? It can do nothing; It pretends to eat the shrapnel of your acts, yet it cannot swallow or chew.
Lorrie Moore
#56. I didn't want to, even in my imagination, even for a second, to conflate this sophisticated woman with my mother, a woman so frugal and clueless that she had once given me - to have! to know! to wear! - her stretch black lace underwear that had shrunk in the dryer, though I was only ten.
Lorrie Moore
#57. This is Quilty's audition ritual: whenever he feels it is time for it, he calls upon himself to audition for love. He has no script, no reliable sense of stage, just a faceful of his heart's own greasepaint and a relentless need for applause.
Lorrie Moore
#58. I've never been to a dinner party where everyone at the dinner table didn't say something funny.
Lorrie Moore
#59. She hated money! though she knew it was like blood and you needed it. Still, it was also like blood in that she often couldn't stand the sight of it.
Lorrie Moore
#60. You are unhappy because you believe in such a thing as happy.
Lorrie Moore
#61. It would be a combination of comfort and surprise an audience might appreciate.
Lorrie Moore
#62. I missed him. Love, I realized, was something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that.
Lorrie Moore
#63. But it would be like going to Heaven and not finding any of your friends there. Her life would go all beatific and empty in the eyes.
Lorrie Moore
#64. The later-afternoon air of our exhalations hung in brief clouds before us. The thought balloon of my own breath said, "How have I found myself here?" It was not a theological question. It was one of transportation and neurology.
Lorrie Moore
#65. There is something comforting, thinks Mack, in embracing someone the same size as you.
Lorrie Moore
#66. This was my modest dream come true: unambitious flight. The kind that never even got high enough for a view.
Lorrie Moore
#67. It is unacceptable, all the stunned and anxious missing a person is asked to endure in life. It is not to be endured, not really.
Lorrie Moore
#68. People will do anything, anything, for a really nice laugh,
Lorrie Moore
#69. Personally I've never put much store by honesty- I mean how can you trust a word whose first letter you don't even pronounce
Lorrie Moore
#70. So much urgent and lifelike love went rumbling around underground and died there, never got expressed at all, so let some errant inconvenient attraction have its way. There was so little time
Lorrie Moore
#71. You emptied the top rack of the dishwasher but not the bottom, so the clean dishes have gotten all mixed up with the dirty ones - and now you want to have sex?
Lorrie Moore
#73. I'm a little harsh. When people say, 'I have writers block. What do you suggest?' I say, 'If you can't write, don't write. No one needs your writing. Don't torture yourself.'
Lorrie Moore
#74. A novel is a daily labor over a period of years. A novel is a job. But a story can be like a mad, lovely visitor, with whom you spend a rather exciting weekend.
Lorrie Moore
#75. At home in Dellacrosse my place in the world of college and Troy and incipient adulthood dissolved and I became an unseemly collection of jostling former selves. Snarkiness streaked through my voice, or sullenness drove me behind a closed door for hours at a time.
Lorrie Moore
#76. Don't make your own life your project in your own life: total waste of time.
Lorrie Moore
#77. Sometimes I come home and still can't believe it's all mine.
Lorrie Fair
#78. While my scarcely controlled rage flew from my mouth in sentences I hoped would be, perhaps not then but perhaps later, like knives to her brain.
Lorrie Moore
#79. They looked like frogs who'd been kissed and kissed roughly, yet stayed frogs.
Lorrie Moore
#81. (Such a life)engaged gross quantities of hope and despair and set them wildly side by side, like a Third World country of the heart.
Lorrie Moore
#82. I cried for everyone and for all the scrabbly, funny love one sent out into the world like some hit song that enters space and bounds off to another galaxy, a tune so pretty you think the words are true, you do!
Lorrie Moore
#83. Most things good for writing are bad for life.
Lorrie Moore
#84. If I retain any freshness of approach, it's by going slowly having long intervals between finished projects.
Lorrie Moore
#85. On Fridays there were fish fries or boils at which they served "lawyers" (burbot or eelpout), so-called because their hearts were in their butts.
Lorrie Moore
#86. For driving, a January thaw was always preferable to actual ice, but when it was over things froze more treacherously than before. And in its melting and condensing the roadside snow turned to clumps reminiscent of black-spotted cauliflower. Better never to have thawed.
Lorrie Moore
#87. I always do the wrong. I do the wrong thing so much that the times I actually do the right thing stand out so brightly in my memory that I forget I always do the wrong thing.
Lorrie Moore
#88. She was unequal to anyone's wistfulness. She had made too little of her life. Its loneliness shamed her like a crime.
Lorrie Moore
#89. Here at Carolina, our World Cup opponents marked their calendars. Obviously the other nations wanted to win every game, but a big upset over the U.S. was something we knew other teams would cherish.
Lorrie Fair
#90. The whole idea that people have a clue as to how the world works, is just a piece of laughable metaphysical colonialism perpetrated upon the wild country of time.
Lorrie Moore
#91. Philosophers are good at parties but not for cleaning up after.
Lorrie Moore
#92. The whiskey was going down sweet. That was what happened after a while, with no meal to assist - it had to do the food work on its own.
"There. We talked about death."
"That's talking about death?
Lorrie Moore
#93. I don't sit down to write a funny story. Every single thing I sit down to write is meant to be sad.
Lorrie Moore
#94. She was wearing an old summer dress as a nightgown, but in the mornings it could work as a dress again, if you just tossed a cardigan over it and put on shoes. In this risky manner, she knew, insanity could encroach.
Lorrie Moore
#95. UNC symbolizes something special. When you get chills you know you belong here.
Lorrie Fair
#96. It was strange, this toxic little vein, strange to stand above it, looking down at night, in a dangerous neighborhood, as if they were in love and entitled to such adventures.
Lorrie Moore
#97. It's flattering if people think I'm attractive. If it helps, great, but it's not going to get in the way of me wanting to win. That's what I'm all about.
Lorrie Fair
#98. We don't do that in New York," rasped Odette. She cleared her throat.
"No?" Pinky smiled and put his hand on her thigh.
"No, it's, um, the cash machines. You just ... you wait at them. Forever. Your whole life you're just always" - her hand sliced the air - "there.
Lorrie Moore
#99. No matter that you anticipate a thing; you get so used to it as part of the future that its actuality, its arrival, its force and presence, startles you, takes you by surprise, as would a ghost suddenly appearing in the room wearing familiar perfume and boots.
Lorrie Moore
#100. No matter what terror the earth could produce - winds, seas - a person could produce the same, lived with the same, lived with all that mixed-up nature swirling inside, every bit. There was nothing as complex in the world - no flower or stone - as a single hello from a human being.
Lorrie Moore
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