Top 12 Quotes by Cathleen Schine

Life is full of surprises. Why is that always surprising?

Life is full of surprises. Why is that always surprising?

Life Is, Surprise, Life Is Full Of Surprises

a letter ... changes utterly the moment it slips inside an envelope. It stops being mine. It becomes yours. What I mean is gone. What you understand is all that remains.

Cathleen Schine

Mean, Gone, Letters

Love letters lack taste. No restraint: falling off cliffs, going up in flames.

Cathleen Schine

Fall, Flames, Letters

Cathleen Schine (2013). “The Love Letter”, p.43, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

The honeysuckle was everywhere the day the letter arrived, like heat. Wild roses bloomed in hedges of tendrils and perfume. There were fat bees, dirigible bees, plump and miniature. It was a sweet, tangled morning, and the sun rose, leisurely, in a spectacular blush.

Cathleen Schine

Sweet, Morning, Wild Roses

I love my bed. It is larger than a desk and better designed to hold books and papers. It is softer than a desk and better designed for naps. It is the center of all good things. And day or night, everyone knows where to find me.

Cathleen Schine

Book, Night, Naps

Female Chauvinist Pigs is smart, alarming, and extremely funny. With nuance and humor, Levy has written both a convincing expos of sex and desire in contemporary America and an important cultural history. I'm giving a copy to my mother. And my sons.

Cathleen Schine

Mother, Sex, Smart

All these years I've had a story in my mind, the story about us that never really existed. And because of that story, I've kept you framed up on the wall in a little box of nostalgic moonlight.

Cathleen Schine

Wall, Years, Mind

One really understands testicles after reading 'The Family Jewels,' and one is gratified.

Cathleen Schine

Reading, Jewels, Testicles

Alphabet Juice is the book Roy Blount was born to write, which considering his prodigious talent, is saying a lot. Did you know that the word LAUGH is linguistically related to chickens and pie? This is the book that any of us who urgently, passionately love words-to read them, roll them over the tongue and learn their life stories while laughing and eating chicken and pie-were lucky enough to be born to read.

Cathleen Schine

Book, Writing, Pie

... there had been the two little boys. Now they were gone, too. They loved her and called her and sent her e-mails and would still snuggle up to her to be petted when they were in the mood, but they were men, and though they would always be at the center of her life, she was no longer at the center of theirs.

Cathleen Schine

Mother Son, Mother And Son, Men