Aging is a chance to make what was good, great, and what was never so good, better... Amy Bloom More Quotes by Amy Bloom More Quotes From Amy Bloom And sometimes we cling because the memory is so painful that we can't stop visiting it and hoping to make it come out differently. The risk of letting go is that we have to confront our own selves and our own possibilities. Amy Bloom grief letting-go memories A blind man can see how much I love you Amy Bloom blind love-you men Sophisticated readers understand that writers work out their anger, their conflicts, their endless grief and rolling list of loss, through their stories. That however mean-spirited or diabolical, it's only a story. That the darkness in the soul is shaped into type and lies there, brooding and inert, black on the page, and active, dangerous, only in the reader's mind. Actually, harmless. I am not harmless. Amy Bloom grief writing lying I am interested in the gaps between one piece of sidewalk and the next. I am interested in the things for which we dont always have a name, and the things that are not easy to articulate - the difference between what we think and how we feel. Amy Bloom differences names thinking Great sex is not a pleasant soak in the tub, with the scented candle burning. Great sex is more like a bomb exploding inside your right mind. Amy Bloom burning mind sex All intimacy is rare-that's what makes it precious. Amy Bloom true-intimacy intimacy I do not say what I feel, and people often take that for shyness, even kindness. Amy Bloom shyness kindness people My writing process, such as it is, consists of a lot of noodling, procrastinating, dawdling, and avoiding. Amy Bloom avoiding process writing For me, the short story is the depth of a novel, the breadth of a poem, and, as you come to the last few paragraphs, the experience of surprise. Amy Bloom lasts depth stories Be real and be unashamed, even of your faults. I do truly know what my husband is made of and vice versa. Amy Bloom husband vices real The past is a candle at great distance: too close to let you quit, too far to comfort you. Amy Bloom distance comfort past I met Jay Jonhson. I won him the way poor people occasionally win the lottery: Shameless perseverance and embarrassingly dumb luck, and every time I see one of those sly, toothless, beaten-down souls on TV holding a winning ticket, I think, Go, team. Amy Bloom perseverance team winning they danced as though they'd been waiting all their lives for each song. Amy Bloom waiting song I was the kind of reader in smudged pink harlequin glasses sitting on the cool, dusty floor of the Arrandale public library, standing at the edge of the playground, having broken a tooth in dodge ball, and lying under my covers with a flashlight. Amy Bloom cool library glasses broken People tend to forget that in our country, we'd pretty much all be immigrants, except for the Native Americans. Amy Bloom pretty forget country people I find the 1940s very compelling. It is a very excitable period in the U.S. when, whether out of necessity or not, everybody was reinventing themselves. Amy Bloom necessity out find everybody 'Normal' is not clinical, it's not autobiographical, and I don't claim to be objective. It's strictly my perceptions and thoughts about the people that I met and the stories that I heard. It was never meant to be an academic work. Amy Bloom thoughts never work people My ideal meal varies, depending on the time of year. Lobster on a deck overlooking a beach at sunset is one - but all my kids have to be there, because they are all lobster-lovers. Making a bolognese sauce over pappardelle for my husband on a winter evening, because he loves my bolognese sauce and it's his comfort food. Amy Bloom sunset winter time food I am interested in struggle - between our hearts and our head, between principle and desire - and one of those struggles is with mortality; and no one at all is immune to it, which makes it even more interesting to me. Some people fall in love, some don't. Some sky dive, some don't. Everyone who lives, ages. Amy Bloom i-am me sky love My mother's favorite photograph was one of herself at twenty-four years old, unbearably beautiful, utterly glamorous, in a black-straw cartwheel hat, dark-red lipstick, and a smart black suit, her notepad on a cocktail table. I know nothing about that woman. Amy Bloom woman black mother beautiful
