Francine du Plessix Gray is an American Pulitzer Prize-nominated writer and literary critic.
Why are there no great women artists?' sounds as ignorant of human geography as the query 'Why are there no Eskimo tennis teams?
I think it's one of the reasons I wrote my book later in life. My parents didn't have these extreme alternations of conduct. They were very sweet to me.
If I were ever to go mad it would be on Thanksgiving Day, that day of guilt and grace when the family hangs upon you like an ax over a sacrificial victim, like the oven's heat on that poor bird.
Lovers, children, heroes, none of them do we fantasize as extravagantly as we fantasize our parents.
One learns much more by writing fiction, because the insights come from those deeper subconscious levels where the greater and more interesting truths lie.
We write out of revenge against reality, to dream and enter the lives of others.
All our parents have levels of deviousness. We're driven to write about this discrepancy between the bright shining selves they invented and the monsters lurking underneath.
The act of nutrition is not a purely physiological event. . . The family meal is a formality that cultivates in us. . . a capacity for sharing, generosity, thoughtfulness, a talent for civilized conversation.
I didn't find this memoir of these two eccentric people so different from doing my memoirs of De Sade or Simone Weil. My parents in their own way are as odd as Sade.
Oh, save me God, but not quite yet.
The choice between starving and being eaten is an exotic one.
Mine [parents] started out more from scratch, because I'm constantly aware of what they suffered in the war.
Friendship is by its very nature freer of deceit than any other relationship we can know because it is the bond least affected by striving for power, physical pleasure, or material profit, most liberated from any oath of duty or of constancy. With Eros the body stands naked, in friendship our spirit is denuded.
I venture that those of us who are most serene when faced with the possibility of nothingness are the ones who've reached furthest to the downward and upward of their beings.
The spiritual destiny of Hawaii has been shaped by a Calvinist theory of paternalism enacted by the descendants of the missionaries who had carried it there: a will to do good for unfortunates regardless of what the unfortunates thought about it.
The vast Pacific ocean would always remain the islanders' great solace, escape and nourishment, the amniotic fluid that would keep them hedonistic and aloof, guarded, gentle and mysterious.
I was just reviewed by Robert Gottlieb, who was my editor at The New Yorker, and he sort of wondered at the fact that I still need to exorcise my parents at my age. I think he makes a basic mistake in thinking that exorcism can ever be total. The exorcism of your parents will still be occurring on your own deathbed.
one forgives parents as naturally as one emancipates oneself from them - usually shortly afterward.
how the French can talk. About a stew, about a fly on the parapet, about death, about anything.
I write because in the act of creation there comes that mysterious, abundant sense of being both parent and child; I am giving birth to an Other and simultaneously being reborn as a child in the playground of creation.