Quotes by Vivian Gornick

My friendship with Leonard began with me invoking the laws of love: the ones that involved the expectancy. We are one, I decided shortly after we met. You are me, and I am you, and it is our obligation to save each other. It took me years for me to realize this sentiment was off the mark. What we are, in fact, is a pair of solitary travelers slogging through the country of our lives, meeting up from time to time at the outer limit to give each other border reports.

Wharton thought no one could have freedom, but James knew no one wanted freedom.

I began to realize what everyone in the world knows and routinely forgets: that to be loved sexually is to be loved not for ones actual self but for ones ability to arouse desire in the other...Only the thoughts in ones mind or intuitions of the spirit can attract permanently...

As I saw myself moving ever farther toward the social margin, nothing healed me of a sore and angry heart like a walk through the city. To see in the street the fifty different ways people struggle to remain human - the variety and inventiveness of survival techniques - was to feel the pressure relieved, the overflow draining off. I felt in my nerve endings the common refusal to go under. That refusal became company. I was never less alone than alone in the crowded street. Here, I found, I could imagine myself. Here, I thought, I am buying time. What a notion: buying time.

In Edmund Gosse, Agnes Smedley, Geoffrey Wolff, we have a set of memoirists whose work records a steadily changing idea of the emergent self. But for each of them a flash of insight illuminating that idea grew out of the struggle to clarify ones own formative experience; and in each case the strength and beauty of the writing lie in the power of concentration with which this insight is pursued, and made to become the the writers organizing principle. That principle at work is what makes a memoir literature rather than testament.

She leans into the memory. She stares. She concentrates. What IS it thats shes looking for, trying to get straight at last?

Nettie, it quickly developed, had no gift for mothering. Many women have no gift for it. They mimic the recalled gestures and mannerisms of the women they’ve been trained to become and hope for the best.