Ann Patchett

To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall .... [p.218 ff.] ↗

— Ann Patchett

#beauty

Writing is a job, a talent, but it's also the place to go in your head. It is the imaginary friend you drink your tea with in the afternoon. ↗

— Ann Patchett

#imagination #tea #writing #beauty

Just because things hadn't gone the way I had planned didn't necessarily mean they had gone wrong. ↗

— Ann Patchett

#life

Love was action. It came to you. It was not a choice. ↗

— Ann Patchett

#love

In this life we love who we love. There were some stories in which facts were very nearly irrelevant. ↗

— Ann Patchett

#life

Only a few of us are going to be willing to break our own hearts by trading in the living beauty of imagination for the stark disappointment of words. ↗

— Ann Patchett

#disappointment #inspirational #writing #beauty

It was all in my head and now all I had to do was figure out a way to get it down on paper. ↗

— Ann Patchett

#beauty

Hope is a horrible thing, you know. It's a plague. It's like walking around with a fishhook in your mouth and someone just keep pulling it and pulling it." STATE OF WONDER ↗

— Ann Patchett

#grief #missing-persons #death

That was the way things worked. When you were looking for the big fight, the moment that you thought would knock everything over, nothing much happened at all. ↗

— Ann Patchett

#change

The kind of love that offers its life so easily, so stupidly, is always the love that is not returned. ↗

— Ann Patchett

#life