Sylvia Brownrigg Quotes & Sayings

I've been called promiscuous. Not a pretty word, is it? Makes you think of the gloop that comes out of your nose or what comes up your throat when you're gagging, if you're trying to swallow down something you didn't necessarily mean to swallow. Promiscuous: your face has to pucker when you say it.
I prefer to think of myself as an adventurer. Charting the souls of so many of god's creatures, and of the floaty beings that populate the land of notions. It's a job. It's a calling. It takes strong thigh muscles, intelligence, cunning, a good pair of boots. It takes heart, in fact. The heart to stay on. To not be defeated. — Sylvia Brownrigg

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

I plan to learn enough to read you like a book. — Sylvia Brownrigg

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

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

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

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

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