List of Tom Perrotta Quotes

The Lesson You Have To Learn As Novelist Is How To Be Collaborative, And How To Say, "i Don't Get To Dictate This."

He'd Never Had To Make The Adjustments And Compromises Other People Accepted Early In Their Romantic Careers; Never Had A Chance To Learn The Lesson That Sarah Taught Him Everyday--that Beauty Was Only A Part Of It, And Not Even The Most Important Part, That There Were Transactions Between People That Occurred On Some Mysterious Level Beneath The Skin, Or Maybe Even Beyond The Body.

I No Longer Believe That Just About Everything Is Funny, If Viewed From The Proper Angle.

Safe From The Neighbors Is A Novel Of Unusual Richness And Depth, One That's As Wise About The Small Shocks Within A Marriage As It Is About The Troubled History Of Mississippi. Steve Yarbrough Is A Formidably Talented Novelist, Shuttling Between The Past And Present With A Grace That Feels Effortless.

I Used To Describe Myself As A Comic Novelist, But My Concerns Seem To Have Darkened Over The Past Few Years.

I Really Wanted To Be A Musician, But It Turned Out I Had No Sense Of Time.

A Screenwriter Heard Me Read From My Novel 'the Wishbones' When It Was Still In Progress And Mentioned Me To Some Producers In Hollywood. They Called, And I Told Them I Had A Novel In My Drawer About A High School Election That Goes Haywire. They Asked To Take A Look, And My Life Changed Pretty Dramatically As A Result.

She Told Her Therapist It Reminded Her Of Coming Home The Summer After Her Freshman Year At Rutgers, Stepping Back Into The Warm Bath Of Family And Friends, Loving It For A Week Or Two, And Then Feeling Trapped, Dying To Return To School, Missing Her Roommates And Her Cute New Boyfriend, The Classes And The Parties And The Giggly Talks Before Bed, Understanding For The First Time That That Was Her Real Life Now, That This, Despite Everything She'd Ever Loved About It, Was Finished For Good.

I Have Actual Dreams Of Bruce Springsteen Calling Me Up On Stage To Wear A Bandanna And Play Rhythm Guitar Next To Little Steven.

If Anything, He Seemed A Little Lonely, All Too Ready To Open His Heart At The Slightest Sign Of Interst.

There's Not Some Finite Amount Of Pain Inside Us. Our Bodies And Minds Just Keep Manufacturing More Of It.

Meg Was Going To Have To Learn For Herself What Laurie Had Figured Out Over The Summer - That It Was Better To Leave Well Enough Alone, To Avoid Unnecessary Encounters With The People You'd Left Behind, To Not Keep Poking At That Sore Tooth With The Tip Of Your Tongue. Not Because You Didn't Love Them Anymore, But Because You Did, And Because That Love Was Useless Now, Just Another Dull Ache In Your Phantom Limb.