287 Quotes by Lauren Groff

Anger’s my meat; I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding. Volumnia says this in Shakespeare’s Coriolanus. She – steely, controlling – is far more interesting than Coriolanus. Alas, nobody would go to see a play called Volumnia.

So you win. No matter what, you win. It all works out for you in the end. Always. Someone or something’s looking out for you. It’s maddening.

This is either the eye or we’ve made it through, I said. Well, he said. There will always be another storm, you know.

Depressing thought: my friends were the girls I ate lunch with, all buddies from kindergarten who knew one another so well we weren’t sure if we even liked one another anymore.

His only extravagance was soccer, though he called it football, of course, rooted for Tottenham. His mother, you see, was Jewish; she loved how Tottenham fought back against anti-Semitic slurs and called themselves the Yid Army. The Yiddos. For Leo, he said, it had also been the name, so meaty, so metrical. Tottenham Hotspur, its own tiny song.

She had to believe of herself that the better story was the true one, even if the worse was insistent.

In the far reaches of the county, cottages were found with skeletons enlaced in the beds, the bones of the baby in the kettle.

When she shouted, the gulls hidden by the dune buckshot the low clouds.

Unplug from the humble needs of the body and a person becomes no more than a ghost.