Quotes by : Ann-Marie MacDonald

She never knows when it might strike. The rage. And when it does, she loses her grip on herself—literally.....

Everything in New York is a photograph. All the things that are supposed to be dirty or rough or unrefined....

It's important to attend funerals. It is important to view the body, they say, and to see it committed....

I am burning. I have to live, I have to sing, I want to transform myself into a thousand different characters....

Afterwards, in bed with a book, the spell of television feels remote compared to the journey into the....

...dread invades the living room, finds her on the couch, presses on her, gets inside her where it swiftly....

Tell the story, gather the events, repeat them. Pattern is a matter of upkeep. Otherwise the weave relaxes....

Adelaide believes that all children should have enough grown-ups around who love them so that one can....

To believe and yet to have no hope is to thirst beside a fountain.

She's no lady. Her songs are all unbelievably unhappy or lewd. It's called Blues. She sings about sore....