“I suppose in our contemporary lives, our cumulative e-mails might constitute a kind of diary: that informal, moment-by-moment description of life as it goes by. . As I think of those notes now - what I wrote, what I said - it seems to me they danced across the surface just as my grandmother's diaries did - Anais Nin she wasn't, and I wasn't, either. Who is? Not even Anais Nin.” ThinkingKindSaidMomentsSeemsMightNotesSurfaceContemporaryDescriptionGrandmotherMailMy GrandmotherDiariesCumulativeContemporary Life Author:Sue Miller
“And what if we’d been utterly open? Made jokes about the first wife? What if we’d been that kind of family? Well, I would have been different, surely. But not because I knew the secret. For it wasn’t the secret—the secret that wasn’t a secret anyway—that led to the austerity in our lives. It was the austerity that led to the secret. And what I had been marked by, probably most of all, was the austerity. It had made secrets in my life too. Or silences, anyway, that became secrets. That became lies.” IfsFirstsWellsKindHas BeensMadeDifferentLyingSecretSilenceOur LivesWifeJokesWhat IfAusterity Author:Sue Miller
“I felt the kind of desperation, I think, that cancels the possibility of empathy...that makes you unkind.” ThinkingKindFeltPossibilityEmpathyDesperationUnkind Book:While I Was Gone: rejacketed Source: While I Was Gone: rejacketed
“Loss brings pain. Yes. But pain triggers memory. And memory is a kind of new birth, within each of us. And it is that new birth after long pain, that resurrection - in memory - that, to our surprise, perhaps, comforts us.” KindLongPainMemoriesLossBirthComfortSurpriseResurrectionTriggers Author:Sue Miller
