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Sylvia Brownrigg Quotes

I plan to learn enough to read you like a book.

I plan to learn enough to read you like a book.

Sylvia Brownrigg
Book, Enough, Plans
Sylvia Brownrigg (2011). “Pages for You”, p.66, Pan Macmillan

No wonder you want to be a writer. How can you not, with all that behind you? You practically are a novel already.

Sylvia Brownrigg
Want, Behind You, Wonder
Sylvia Brownrigg (2011). “Pages for You”, p.110, Pan Macmillan

Flannery craved a cigarette. Her nerves were so tense that only nicotine could soothe them, and for the first time, she genuinely understood how the drug worked. It wasn't just a prop or an affectation. It was a tool for mental health.

Sylvia Brownrigg
Drug, Nerves, Tools
Sylvia Brownrigg (2011). “Pages for You”, p.242, Pan Macmillan

The gap between the inner and outer self is one I've found interesting, even essential, about the way we move through the world. In The Delivery Room, I enjoyed traveling back and forth between the perspectives of the patients and that of the therapist - with the irony that with your therapist, you are at least supposed to be your most authentic self.

Sylvia Brownrigg
Moving, Interesting, Perspective
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It could not always be love in the afternoon and passion in the night, gifts given, notes written, meals fed to each other. It can't all be like that.

Sylvia Brownrigg
Passion, Night, Afternoon

This was another item about growing up: you encountered all the cliches of love and loss and heartbreak.

Sylvia Brownrigg
Growing Up, Loss, Cliche

Those who are apparently absent can feel more present than the people right in front of you.

Sylvia Brownrigg
People, Feels, Absent

In fiction, I have been on a Zweig kick. In England over December, I noticed that many British newspapers' year-end recommenders were praising the Pushkin Press for reissuing several works by Stefan Zweig, a brilliant Austrian writer whose work brings to mind that of his compatriot Joseph Roth... these fictions are a treat of prewar European literature

Sylvia Brownrigg
Years, Year End, Mind

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