Mona Simpson
Mona Simpson
Mona Elizabeth Simpson is an American novelist. She has written six novels and is a professor of English at the University of California, Los Angelesand the Sadie Samuelson Levy Professor in Languages and Literature at Bard College...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth14 June 1957
CityGreen Bay, WI
CountryUnited States of America
men entrepreneur toilets
He was a man too busy to flush toilets.
memories powerful hate
I knew I would hate my best memory because it would prove that people could fake love or that love could end or worst of all, love was not powerful enough to change a life.
forever world chunks
We come into the world whole, all of us, but we don't know that, don't know that life will be taking large chunks out of us, forever.
forever matter ever-after
So many things that seemed crucial and excruciatingly hard ended and then didn't matter anymore, forever after
thinking way different
Sometimes, a stage curtain parts and you see: life could be better if you had more. Usually, I think, we can get just as good a different way. But tricks, they do not always work.
people parent drug
Love ruined people's lives, the way our parents said drugs could.
book reading vacation
Reading-not occasionally, not only on vacation but everyday-gives me nourishment and enlarges my life in mysterious and essential ways.
brother father men
Even as a feminist, my whole life I'd been waiting for a man to love, who could love me. For decades, I'd thought that man would be my father. When I was 25, I met that man and he was my brother.
morning writing night
I unplug the phone and close the door and just stick with it. I don't ever go out for lunch and I don't take vacations. I like to be awake when no one else is: either just before dawn in the morning or late, late at night. Silence helps.
grandmother faces mouths
In every person's face, there is one place that seems to express them most accurately. With my grandmother, you always looked at her mouth.
father america grew
Everybody in America grew up without a father even if they had one. It was the fifties. They were working.