Annie Proulx

I wish I knew how to quit you. ↗

— Annie Proulx

#love

You should write because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different words on a page. Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write. ↗

— Annie Proulx

#words #writing #love

Everybody that went away suffered a broken heart. "I'm coming back some day," they all wrote. But never did. The old life was too small to fit anymore. ↗

— Annie Proulx

#homesick #old-life #life

And it may be that love sometimes occurs without pain or misery. ↗

— Annie Proulx

#love

Their silence comfortable. Something unfolding. But what? Not love, which wrenched and wounded. Not love, which came only once. ↗

— Annie Proulx

#love

It was as if his eye were an ear and a crackle went through it each time he shot a look at the accordion. ... The notes fell, biting and sharp; it seemed the tooth that bit was hollowed with pain. ↗

— Annie Proulx

#life

All the complex wires of life were stripped out and he could see the structure of life. Nothing but rock and sea, the tiny figures of humans and animals against them for a brief time. ↗

— Annie Proulx

#life

When the watermelons were as large as a child's head, the women boiled them, but they collapsed into a tasteless green mush that no one could eat, not the children, not the cow. ↗

— Annie Proulx

#historical #humorous #mistakes #food

.. that old, cold time on the mountain when they owned the world and nothing seemed wrong .. ↗

— Annie Proulx

#love

If you are looking for smart judging based on merit, skip the Academy Awards next year and pay attention to the Independent Spirit Awards. ↗

— Annie Proulx

#academy awards #attention #awards #based #independent