Lorrie Moore

American writer

Top works

Tsiporim be-Ameriḳah
BARK
Leena and the Gerbils
I Am Homeless if rhis is not My Home
Si Este No Es Mi Hogar, No Tengo un Hogar (Novela) / I Am Homeless If This Is Not My Home (a Novel)

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5 total works indexed

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“But she had no memory of how to be brave. Here, it seemed, she had no memories at all. Nothing triggered them. And once in a while, when shegave voice to the fleeting edge of one, it seemed like something she was making up.”
“As a vacuum cleaner can start to pull up the actual thread of a carpet, her brains had been sucked dry by too much yoga.”
“"Where?" The woman scowled, bewildered."Iowa," Agnes repeated loudly.The woman in black touched Agnes's wrist and leaned in confidentially. She moved her mouth in a concerned and exaggerated way, like a facial exercise. "No, dear," she said. "Here we say O-hi-o."”
“"The United States- how can you live in that country?" the man had asked. Agnes had shrugged. "A lot of my stuff is there," she'd said, and it was then that she first felt all the dark love and shame that came from the pure accident of home, the deep and arbitary place that happened to be yours.”
“Every arrangement in life carried with it the sadness, the sentimental shadow, of its not being something else, but only itself.”
“Every songwriter in their smallest song seems to possess some monumental grief clarified and dignified by melody, Bill thinks. His own sadnesses, on the other hand, slosh about in his life in a low-key way, formless and self-consuming.”