He doesn’t know to want for more because nothing in his life has been as much as this...on that night he thinks that no one has ever had so much and only later will he know he should have asked for more.
Ann PatchettI always feel it is a shortcoming of mine as a reader and as a writer that I frankly need to like somebody.
Ann PatchettPeople gave me such a bad time about wanting a baby. I didn't want a baby, and I still don't. I wanted a dog.
Ann PatchettOur friendship was like our writing in some ways. It was the only thing that was interesting about our otherwise dull lives. We were better off when we were together. Together we were a small society of ambition and high ideals. We were tender and patient and kind. We were not like the world at all.
Ann Patchett