Quotes by Darin Strauss

Relationships are physics. Time transforms things- it has to, because the change from me to we means clearing away the fortifications your put up around your old personality. Living with Susannah made me feel as if I started riding Einsteins famous theoretical bus. Heres my understanding of that difficult idea, nutshelled: if youre riding a magic Greyhound, equipped for light-speed travel, youll actually live though less time than will any pedestrians whom the bus passes by. So, for a neighbor on the street with a stopwatch, the superfast bus will take two hours to travel from Point A to Point B. But where youre on that Greyhound, and looking at the wipe of the world out those rhomboidial coach windows, the same trip will take just under twenty-four minutes. Your neighbor, stopwatch under thumb, will have aged eighty-six percent more than you have. Its hard to fathom. But I think its exactly what adult relationships do to us: on the outside, years pass, lives change. But inside, its just a day that repeats. You and your partner age at the same clip; it seems not time has gone by. Only when you look up from your relationship- when you step off the bus, feel the ground under your shoes- do you sense the sly, soft absurdity of romance physics.

The cracks in old friendships are measured in awkward pauses.

The part of the brain that isnt automatic is an imagining machine, feeling all possibilities of feelings: it keeps pushing its way into this marshy, pleasant terrain. You struggle against that push, and start to feel your stomach protest. Its not so much even a type of seriousness as it is a circumstance, into which you pass by slow degrees. Ive never seen this sufficiently examined. It mutates into a less-unreal reality that still seems different, somehow, than being fully present. Self hate is rarely unconditional.

At home in bed that first night I had patchy, mundane dreams about normal things. It would be nobler and less uncomfortable to write that I tossed sleeplessly.

I think each family has a funhouse logic all its own, and in that distortion,in that delusion, all behavior can seem both perfectly normal and crazy.

What I want to write is that I lay there until morning, with tear-stained eyes, a tear-stained pillow, a tear-stained life. What can one do with levels of gloom and guilt, fear and disbelief, of bewilderment above ones capacity to register? I slept soundly.

The starkest rejection letter might be followed by a million-dollar advance. Dont let rejection start to look the same as failure.

All writers have their own pet commandments.

I spent three and a half years writing the novel Chang & Eng, about the conjoined brothers for whom the term Siamese twins was contrived, and when I think of these afflicted people, my only emotion is one of profound sympathy.

The main thing is to think strategically about what will engage your readers. Trust me when I tell you that few people are eager to read a story whose opening lines sound like a dissertation on giant bugs.

After a life deprived of everything from romantic love to the choice of when to wake up in the morning, after 29 years without the ability to have a career or even to be alone at toilet, the Bijani sisters are not symbols but women who have had to live a shared life of constant, quotidian sacrifice.

“Relationships are physics. Time transforms things- it has to, because the change from me to we means clearing away the fortifications your put up around your old personality. Living with Susannah made me feel as if I started riding Einsteins famous theoretical bus. Heres my understanding of that difficult idea, nutshelled: if youre riding a magic Greyhound, equipped for light-speed travel, youll actually live though less time than will any pedestrians whom the bus passes by. So, for a neighbor on the street with a stopwatch, the superfast bus will take two hours to travel from Point A to Point B. But where youre on that Greyhound, and looking at the wipe of the world out those rhomboidial coach windows, the same trip will take just under twenty-four minutes. Your neighbor, stopwatch under thumb, will have aged eighty-six percent more than you have. Its hard to fathom. But I think its exactly what adult relationships do to us: on the outside, years pass, lives change. But inside, its just a day that repeats. You and your partner age at the same clip; it seems not time has gone by. Only when you look up from your relationship- when you step off the bus, feel the ground under your shoes- do you sense the sly, soft absurdity of romance physics.”