If I had a staff of even one person, or could tolerate a small amphetamine habit, or entertain the possibility of weekly blood transfusions, or had been married to Vera Nabokov, or had a housespouse of even minimal abilities, a literary life would be easier to bring about. (In my mind I see all your male readers rolling their eyes. But your female ones - what is that? Are they nodding in agreement? Are their fists in the air?)
Lorrie MooreShe hadn't been given the proper tools to make a real life with, she decided, that was it. She'd been given a can of gravy and a hairbrush and told, "There you go." -- Willing
Lorrie Moore(Such a life)engaged gross quantities of hope and despair and set them wildly side by side, like a Third World country of the heart.
Lorrie MooreI tried not to think about my life. I did not have any good solid plans for it long-term - no bad plans either, no plans at all - and the lostness of that, compared with the clear ambitions of my friends (marriage, children, law school), sometimes shamed me. Other times in my mind I defended such a condition as morally and intellectually superior - my life was open and ready and free - but that did not make it less lonely.
Lorrie MooreThe problem with a beautiful woman is that she makes everyone around her feel hopelessly masculine, which if youโre already male to begin with poses no particular problem. But if youโre anyone else, your whole sexual identity gets dragged into the principalโs office: โSo whatโs this I hear about you prancing around, masquerading as a woman?โ You are answerless. You are sitting on your hands. You are praying for your breasts to grow, your hair to perk up.
Lorrie Moore