I used to do everything to keep a wall up around myself and keep my life quiet so that I could write.
Ann PatchettTime has a funny way of collapsing when you go back to a place you once loved. You find yourself thinking, I was kissed in that building, I climbed up that tree.
Ann PatchettWhen well told, a story captured the subtle movement of change. If a novel was a map of a country, a story was the bright silver pin that marked the crossroads.
Ann PatchettYou can't always trust what you think, what you know ... but you can always trust your nature.
Ann Patchett