Mislaid Quotes

“When the past is hard to explain, it’s best to concentrate on the future.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“Fatherhood surprised him pleasantly. As a male he assumed no unpleasant duties would accrue to him. He would be responsible for teaching the child conversational skills once it reached its teens.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“Besides, adulthood is never something girls grow into. It is something they have thrust upon them, menstruation being only the first of many two-edged swords subsumed under the rubric “becoming a woman,” all of them occasions to stay home from school and weep.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“Gradually her fear faded to the existential angst that incessantly haunts all mankind in modernity.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“Peggy had not forgotten the intellectual and social ambitions she had started life with only a decade before. Years so weary and routine laden, they seemed like a single year that had repeated itself. She wanted to be creative and self-reliant.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“And never cry, or say mean things. Insults just aggravate them. If you want to cry, laugh. It sounds the same. They can’t tell the difference.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“She had wanted to write about idealised partners. But the impressive men she had known weren’t anybody’s partner. They were lone wolves and dictatorial heads of families. The idea of partnering with a powerful man – well, it sounds nice enough, but even on paper it won’t fly. A novel ends with a wedding for a reason. Partnership is antidramatic. Partners are not adversaries. Partners don’t fuck.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“Over milk and cookies after Karen’s return, she confessed to Karen that she had no idea what Karen wanted out of life. “You’re a cipher,” she said. “A mystery. What are your ambitions and desires? When I was your age, I wanted to write plays.” “I want to get good grades and go to college.” “And what are you going to do when you get there?” “How would I know? I need to get there first and see what it’s like. There are all these majors that sound neat, but I don’t know what they are. Like ‘sociology.’ What is it?”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“College girls on the road! One-night stands! Lee felt like an Austro-Hungarian emperor attended on his deathbed by flappers. He felt them stealing his life—literally going back in time and taking, through their incoherent lifestyles, the little he had struggled so hard to attain.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“They portrayed the world as in need of repair, not as populated by people you'd be insane not to hate.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“If you have to be bad, be so bad sympathetic hearers just shake their heads and give up. Nobody”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“If and when family planning is the responsibility of females, males are best kept under lock and key.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“She had read enough lives of the poetesses to know all about inpatient psychiatric care.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“Lee explained to her that art for art’s sake is an upper-class aesthetic. To create art divorced from any purpose, you can’t be living a life driven by need and desire.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“There was no circumcision. Lee said circumcision was dreamed up by moralists and lotion salesmen to make hand jobs chafe, and Peggy deferred to his better judgement.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“On one occasion when she was feeling edgy and exhausted and her cartilage ached the way it sometimes did, she stopped off at the memorial park on her way home. It was the biggest public open space in the country. She drove up and down the long rows of granite grave markers set flush to the grass singing, “If you are going to San Francisco,” thinking about smothering Byrdie and taking the car and just running away. Her life could start over as it was meant to start – but how was that, pray tell? As a lesbian? What about those two or three months of fixation on sleeping with Lee? Is that what lesbians do? She looked back at Byrdie asleep on the back bench seat and said, “Byrdie boy, I love you so much.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“He informed Byrdie that his social engineering ambitions betrayed all the delusions of grandeur that you might expect from the son of a poet.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“Her social position at Safeway was better than it was at home.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“neatly straddling two pigeonholes without fitting in either.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“I mean No South. You can’t have ‘New’ and ‘South.’ It’s oxymoronic. I’m talking about the No South. The unstoppable force that’s putting in central air everywhere until you don’t know whether it’s day or night. Fat boys used to spend their lives in bed and only come out to fish and hunt. Now they go into politics and make our lives hell. One little thing, all by itself—AC—made the South go away overnight.” “Very”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“Peggy Vaillaincourt, née en 1948 à Port Royal, au nord de Richmond, était fille unique. Ses parents avaient des moyens mais menaient une vie modeste et dévouée à leur paroisse. Son père était prêtre épiscopalien et aumônier dans un pensionnat de jeunes filles. Sa mère était la femme de son père – un sacerdoce à plein temps. L’ère des psychologues et des thérapeutes n’était pas encore advenue, ainsi lorsqu’une fille perdait l’appétit ou qu’une femme se sentait coupable après un curetage, elle allait voir Mme Vaillaincourt, ce qui donnait à celle- ci un sentiment d’importance. Le révérend Vaillaincourt, lui, se sentait important tout le temps, car il descendait d’une famille qui avait caché John Wilkes Booth, l’assassin de Lincoln..”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“You can ascend to the region of blue sky and great wandering shadows. The shelter that received the risen Christ and Port in The Sheltering Sky, that comforted the mortally wounded Prince Andrei and the young W. E. B. Du Bois.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“Gradually her fear faded to the existential angst that incessantly haunts all mankind in modernity. The”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“It was a pastiche of public library porn from Irving Stone to Philip Roth.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“As a writer, she was struggling. As an accomplice to the wholesale drug trade, she was setting new benchmarks for excellence in felony crime.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“What is a poem, if not a toy mouse viewed from an angle that makes it appear to take over the world? Lee”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“The mind of a child! Children have no hearts (cf. Peter Pan, another story Meg could reproduce fairly accurately), and their minds are rickety towers of surreal detritus.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“She would see that in England, for reasons unknown, a woman can simultaneously be cute as a bug’s ear, a serious rose gardener, and a nymphomaniac.”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“(It was accepted practice to let your husband camp out in summer near a source of sweet wine and steaks past their sell-by date, but you had to take him back in winter.)”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid

“The poets reminded her of barflies, in love with their own wisecracks, stiffing the bartender because they don’t know what work is. But freedom isn’t speaking your mind freely. Freedom is having the money to go to Mexico. “Jesus,”
― Nell Zink, Mislaid