Quotes by : Lauren Groff

He had become, after all, her home.

When your family dismisses you, like Lotto's did, you create your own family

The writing seemed like the books that held it; crumbly and antique and bearing the stink of centuries.....

In the end, fiction is the craft of telling truth through lies.

He got drunk as usual, but instead of drifting to sleep, he stayed up, and at a white heat, wrote what....

Her mother had smelled of cold and scales, her father of stone dust and dog. She imagined her husband's....

Childhood is such a delicate tissue; what they had done this morning could snag somewhere in the little....

It as mathematical, marriage, not, as one might expect, additional; it was exponential. This one man,....

Anyway, there is an essential difference in gender that isn't politically correct to mention these days.....

We have all had stupid youths,' said Mathilde. 'I find them delicious.