Alice McDermott

Alice McDermott (born June 27, 1953) is an American writer and university professor. She is the author of nine novels and a collection of essays.

This article on an author is a stub. You can help out with Wikiquote by expanding it!

Quotes

New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2013, ISBN 9781429969420

The world was a cruder, more vulgar place than the one I had known. This was the language required to live in it, I supposed.
- p. 147

We turned onto the last landing. Going out with this guy, I thought, would involve a lot of silly laughter, some wit—the buzz of his whispered wisecracks in my ear. But there would be as well his willingness to reveal, or more his inability to conceal, that he had been silently rehearsing my name as he climbed the stairs behind me. There would be his willingness to bestow upon me the power to reassure him. He would trust me with his happiness.
- p. 157

My love for the child asleep in the crib, the child's need for me, for my vigilance, had made my life valuable in a way that even the most abundantly offered love, my parents', my brother's, even Tom's, had failed to do. Love was required of me now — to be given, not merely to be sought and returned.
- p. 192