Tea Obreht Quotes

death should be celebrated...when you put something in the ground you always know where it is

Suddenness," he says. " You do not prepare, you do not explain, you do not apologize. Suddenly, you go. And with you, you take all contemplation, all consideration of your own departure. All the suffering that would have come from knowing comes after you are gone, and you are not a part of it.

You never know what's going to happen in your life, and you never know what's going to happen in someone else's life either.

My road to publishing actually came through a colleague who connected me to my agent, and the faculty at Cornell was very supportive.

Wash the bones, bring the body, leave the heart behind.

My family lived in Egypt from 1993 to 1996.

At the end of the day, despite all the other great things that literature does in society and in a person's life, I think that we read to escape. And I think that place, more than anything, provides that escape quickly, if an author is engaged with the place.

When men die, they die in fear", he said. "They take everything they need from you, and as a doctor it is your job to give it, to comfort them, to hold their hand. But children die how they have been living - in hope. They don't know what's happening, so they expect nothing, they don't ask you to hold their hand - but you end up needing them to hold yours. With children, you're on your own. Do you understand?

For me it was a lot harder to come to terms with the death of my grandfather than it was to come to terms with what's happened to the former Yugoslavia.

In the mess of moving from place to place, I skipped two grades in the space of one year.

Everything necessary to understand my grandfather lies between two stories: the story of the tiger’s wife, and the story of the deathless man. These stories run like secret rivers through all the other stories of his life – of my grandfather’s days in the army; his great love for my grandmother; the years he spent as a surgeon and a tyrant of the University. One, which I learned after his death, is the story of how my grandfather became a man; the other, which he told to me, is of how he became a child again.

A family has its own rituals and its own superstitions.

In the end, all you want is someone to long for you when it comes time to put you in the ground.

When you're in a place, the details you focus on are different than details you focus on when you're writing about it.

I do no writing while I'm in Belgrade visiting my grandma.

I am very interested in place, and the influences of place on characters.

My mother always says that fear and pain are immediate, and that, when they're gone we're left with the concept, but not the true memory.

I've always written about animals. I'm still trying to process why that is.

In terms of people that I know, my grandmother and my mother are huge influences on my writing life because they are both massively supportive and always have been of my career.

In my earliest memory, my grandfather is bald as a stone and he takes me to see the tigers.

I think the mythology of death really ran away with me when I was very young.

I like dark subject matter. I'm not sure what that means about me!

Kelly Link's prose is conveyed in details so startling and fine that you work up a sweat just waiting for the next sentence to land. This is why we read, crave, need, can't live without short stories.

At the end of the day, it's about the reader's attachment to and belief in the magical elements that make or break magical realism.

Come on, is your heart a sponge or a fist?

The dead are celebrated. The dead are loved. They give something to the living. Once you put something into the ground, Doctor, you always know where to find it.

When your fight has purpose - to free you from something, to interfere on the behalf of an innocent - it has a hope of finality. When the fight is about unraveling - when it is about your name, the places to which your blood is anchored, the attachment of your name to some landmark or event - there is nothing but hate, and the long, slow progression of people who feed on it and are fed it, meticulously, by the ones who come before them. Then the fight is endless, and comes in waves and waves, but always retains its capacity to surprise those who hope against it.

The best fiction stays with you and changes you.

We're all entitled to our superstitions.

My grandfather and I were very close.

When I hit a block, regardless of what I am writing, what the subject matter is, or what's going on in the plot, I go back and I read Pablo Neruda's poetry. I don't actually speak Spanish, so I read it translation. But I always go back to Neruda. I don't know why, but it calms me, calms my brain.

I grew up in Cyprus and Egypt, these fantastic places I remember fondly.

Being taken seriously, for a young writer, is a wonderful form of encouragement, but at the same time, I don't think one should ever feel like attempting a kind of artistic endeavor is beyond your scope just because of age or inexperience.

A lot of writers that I know have told me that the first book you write, you write about your childhood, whether you want to or not. It calls you back.

When I was eight years old, I wrote a paragraph-long short story about a goat on my mother's hundred-pound, black-and-white-screen laptop. The story came about largely because I liked the way the word 'goat' looked on the page, but I decided then and there that I wanted to be a writer. That desire never changed.

No matter how grave the secret, how imperative absolute silence, someone would always feel the urge to confess, and an unleashed secret is a terrible force.

What inspires me most to write is the act of traveling.