91 Quotes by Joy Williams

One of the great secrets of life is learning to live without being happy.

Freedom was an illusion even when one's instincts were good.

To be human was to be homeless, furthest removed from the blessing of God.

Night runs with its children, Sleep and Death, with its twins, the true dream and the false one.

What is the difference between being not yet born and having lived, being now dead?

Many writers today are wanderers. There is not only an unhousedness in language - how to convey, to say nothing of converge - but an unhousedness of place.

Everything is gone. And it's not so much the material things. It's just ... that's home.

The woods were wild at nightfall. She heard dim crashing and splashes and the bark of a dog, and through the gaps in the trees was a mottled sky of fading pink and grey discs, microbes moving toward the west. She had almost gotten away but not in time and now leaving wouldn't save her. She lay down on the deck with the woods all around her.

There must be something beyond love. I want to get there.