She smiled at him, with longing. 'Where do you live,' she asked, 'and how do I get there?
Lorrie MooreIf 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 MooreYou chose love like a belief, a faith, a place, a box for one's heart to knock against like a spook in the house.
Lorrie Moore