Virginia Woolf was wrong. You do not need a room of your own to write. Julia Glass More Quotes by Julia Glass More Quotes From Julia Glass When it comes to life, we spin our own yarn, and where we end up is really, in fact, where we always intended to be. Julia Glass yarndestinylife Now is almost always the better choice. You never know about later. Julia Glass choicesknows Never talk yourself out of knowing you're in love or into thinking that you are. Julia Glass knowingthinking Knowing and understanding the people we love most is a process that continues well beyond their deaths... and is never complete. Julia Glass understandingpeople And then there's the personal question so many of Lassie's fans want to ask: Is he allowed on the furniture? Of course he is-but, then, he's the one who paid for it. Julia Glass personal-questiontrainingdog Time plays like an accordion in the way it can stretch out and compress itself in a thousand melodic ways. Months on end may pass blindingly in a quick series of chords, open-shut, together-apart; and then a single melancholy week may seem like a year's pining, one long unfolding note. Julia Glass playlongyears I see life as increasingly complex, vivid, colorful, crazy, chaotic. That's the world I write about...the world I live in. Julia Glass crazywritingworld I love meeting booksellers and readers and hearing how they've read and received my stories. Often I'm surprised by which characters they've loved best, what scenes have stayed with them, what connections they've felt between my characters' lives and theirs. Julia Glass meetingsscenecharacter I'd rather be pleasantly surprised than fatally disappointed. Julia Glass disappointedexpectations Mind who you love. For that matter, mind how you are loved. Julia Glass mattermind When most of us talk to our dogs, we tend to forget that they're not people. Julia Glass poodlesdogpeople Writing fiction is a resolutely solitary pastime, and I love being with people, so the public side of being an author is, to me, the reward for all the private time invested. And I love teaching to a fault; I have a hard time not giving away a lot of my own writing energy to my students. Julia Glass teachingwritinglove-is Nothing teaches great writing like the very best books do. Yet, good teachers often help students cross that bridge, and I have to say that I had a few extraordinary English teachers in high school whom I still credit for their guidance. Julia Glass teacherbookschool Of all the virtues, discretion began to seem the most rewarding: it kept people guessing and sometimes, by default, admiring. Julia Glass guessingsometimespeople It's odd to spend your vacation with someone else's music especially when you're alone. You're free to let loose, unobserved, but someone else has chosen the words you belt out in private, the rythms you can dance to like a fool. Julia Glass vacationfoolodd My publisher is generous with deadlines, which are never set in stone. Some writers need that pressure, but I am more productive when there's less panic. Julia Glass generousproductivedeadline But things change, of course, and so do the ways in which people see themselves. Julia Glass things-changepeopleway Thanks to Granna, Werner and Walter had grown up to be highly functioning, productive citizens - but if you were to ask Walter, Werner had a far easier time of it and lived his life with the sanctified nonchalance of those who will do anything to avoid dissecting their souls. Julia Glass nonchalancecitizenssoul I grew up in a home where animals were ever-present and often dominated our lives. There were always horses, dogs, and cats, as well as a revolving infirmary of injured wildlife being nursed by my sister the aspiring vet. Without any conscious intention on my part, animals come to play a significant role in my fiction: in Three Junes, a parrot and a pack of collies; in The Whole World Over, a bulldog named The Bruce. To dog lovers, by the way, I recommend My Dog Tulip by J. R. Ackerley -- by far the best 'animal book' I've ever read. Julia Glass horsedogbook I, too, seem to be a connoisseur of rain, but it does not fill me with joy; it allows me to steep myself in a solitude I nurse like a vice I've refused to vanquish. Julia Glass nurserainjoy
