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Publicity bigwig Paul Bogaards spilled the beans on Twitter Thursday night: Lorrie Moore has a new short fiction collection in the pipeline. It’s slated for March 2014 release.
“Her heart was big and bursting. Though her brain was drying and subdividing like a cauliflower.”
Lorrie Moore, “Two Boys” from Like Life (1990)
“That is the difference between the young and the not-so-young, she thought. The young keep their windows open so that the world can fly in and out. By the time you hit your thirties, you’re less hospitable; you start closing up the windows. You’ve had enough of the world; you have, you think, everything you need for the wintry rest of your life. You can’t let anything else in, for you will never understand it. And the nightmare, of course, is that as you slowly start shuttering up your house, you turn and suddenly see, with a gasp, that you are the only thing in it.”
Anagrams by Lorrie Moore (via nothingrhymeswithandrea)“Where does love go? When something you have taped on the wall falls off, what has happened to the stickum? It has relaxed. It has accumulated an assortment of hairs and fuzzies. It has said Fuck it and given up. It doesn’t go anywhere special, it’s just gone. Energy is created, and then it is destroyed. So much for the laws of physics. So much for chemistry. So much for not so much.”
Anagrams by Lorrie Moore (via beautyisanillusion)“The trick to flying safe, Zoë always said, was never to buy a discount ticket and to tell yourself you had nothing to live for anyway, so that when the plane crashed it was no big deal. Then, when it didn’t crash, when you had succeeded in keeping it aloft with your own worthlessness, all you had to do was stagger off, locate your luggage, and, by the time a cab arrived, come up with a persuasive reason to go on living.”
“You’re Ugly, Too,” Lorrie Moore (via beautyisanillusion)(Source: kelsfjord, via beautyisanillusion)
“She had not given a damn back then, sort of like now, only then it had been a style, a way of being, not a diagnosis or demise.”
Willing by Lorrie Moore (via youarenotatree)(Source: youarenotatree, via youarenotatree)
