#memoir

Henry Miller wrote novels, but he calls his protagonist Henry, often Henry Miller, and his books are in this gray area between memoir and novel. ↗

— Leslie Fiedler

#between #books #calls #gray #gray area

I think Henry Miller has had huge influence not because he wrote about sex, but because the memoir or the nonfiction novel has become such a monumental force in American publishing, if not in literature. ↗

— Leslie Fiedler

#american #because #become #force #had

I had a very high-grade publisher tell me I was incapable of writing a memoir. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#i #incapable #me #memoir #publisher

Civilization is only possible for deeply unpleasant animals. It is only an ape that can be truly civilized. ↗

— Mark Rowlands

#animals #inspiring #memoir #pet #philosophy

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

When you put down the good things you ought to have done, and leave out the bad ones you did do well, that's Memoirs. ↗

— Will Rogers

#did #done #down #good #good things

Sometimes I dream that I'm writing a memoir. A memoir would just be the thing to keep me in the hearts and memories of my adoring public. ↗

— John Green

#memoir #memories #dreams

The children we bring into the world are small replicas of ourselves and our husbands; the pride and joy of grandfathers and grandmothers. We dream of being mothers, and for most of us that dreams are realised naturally. For this is the Miracle of Life. ↗

— Azelene Williams

#adoption #babies #father #icsi #infertility

I start to see that I surround myself with broken people; more broken than me. Ah, yes, let me count your cracks. Let's see, one hundred, two... yes, you'll do nicely. A cracked companion makes me look more whole, gives me something outside myself to care for. When I'm with whole, healed people I feel my own cracks, the shatters, the insanities of dislocation in myself. ↗

— Julie Gregory

#memoir #childhood

once ruffle-skirted vanity table where I primped at thirteen, opening drawers to a private chaos of eyeshadows lavender teal sky-blue, swarms of hair pins pony tail fasteners, stashes of powders, colonies of tiny lipsticks (p.39) ↗

— Barbara Blatner

#colon-cancer #death #death-and-dying #death-and-sickness #death-at-home