Books could be an incredible adventure. I stayed under my blanket and barely moved, and no one would have guessed how my mind raced and my heart soared with stories.
Paula McLain... and yet he could also be very charming, in a bookish, infinitely apologetic way.
Paula McLain... it struck me how comfortable I felt with him, as if we were old friends or had already done this many times over, him handing me pages with his heart on his sleeve - he couldn't pretend this work didn't mean everything to him - me reading his words, quietly amazed by what he could do.
Paula McLainI'd never met anyone so vibrant or alive. He moved like light.
Paula McLainWhen I saw the rats the first time, I wanted to drop my basket where it was and run away, but we weren t rich enough for symbolic gestures. So I walked.
Paula McLainSometimes I wish we could rub out all of our mistakes and start fresh, from the beginning,' I said. 'And sometimes I think there isn't anything to us but our mistakes.
Paula McLainHe was a humorist, and everyone knew the funny writers were the most serious sort under their skins.
Paula McLainThey’d scared me and had me thinking about what it meant to be really strong, on my own terms—not just fit and brown from the sun, not just flexible and accommodating.
Paula McLainTags: strength
We called Paris the great good place then, and it was. We invented it after all. We made it with our longing and cigarettes and Rhum St. James; we made it with smoke and smart and savage conversation and we dared anyone to say it wasn't ours. Together we made everything and then we busted it apart again.
Paula McLainThe first time I saw a narcissus pushing through ice and thriving, I thought it was perfect and wanted that kind of determination for myself.
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