#memoir

I've just finished my next collection, Possible Side Effects, and I'm now working on a collection of holiday stories as well as a memoir about my relationship with my father. ↗

— Augusten Burroughs

#collection #effects #father #finished #holiday

Life is worth living and no matter what it throws at you it is important to keep your eyes on the prize of the happiness that will come. Even when the Death Railway reduced us to little more than animals, humanity in the shape of our saintly medical officers triumphed over barbarism. Remember, while it always seems darkest before the dawn, perseverance pays off and the good times will return. ↗

— Alistair Urquhart

#memoir #military-history #world-war-ii #death

The reader of these Memoirs will discover that I never had any fixed aim before my eyes, and that my system, if it can be called a system, has been to glide away unconcernedly on the stream of life, trusting to the wind wherever it led. ↗

— Giacomo Casanova

#any #away #been #before #called

In the writing of memoirs, as in the production of shows, too much caution causes the audience to nod and think of other channels. ↗

— Gerald Clarke

#causes #caution #channels #memoirs #much

A lot of presidential memoirs, they say, are dull and self-serving. I hope mine is interesting and self-serving. ↗

— William J. Clinton

#hope #i #interesting #lot #memoirs

Maybe I will write a memoir, perhaps I'll do some essays, or maybe I will write a mystery story. ↗

— David Herbert Donald

#i #maybe #memoir #mystery #perhaps

I think each family has a funhouse logic all its own, and in that distortion,in that delusion, all behavior can seem both perfectly normal and crazy. ↗

— Darin Strauss

#family

I knew that I had to write my memoirs. ↗

— Jane Fonda

#i #knew #memoirs #write

When I was about nine, my siblings and I fell out of our moving van at an intersection. My dad didn’t notice for about five blocks. It was back before seat belts. It was also back before parents used any sort of common sense whatsoever. It was a time when you didn’t raise your children. You just fed them and they got bigger. ↗

— Dina Kucera

#growing-up #memoir #family

You had a certain way of saying my name. It was the inflection maybe, something you put into those three syllables. And now you are gone and my name is just my name again, not the story of my life. ↗

— Abigail Thomas

#memoir #death