“The hardest choices in life aren’t between what’s right and what’s wrong but between what’s right and what’s best.”

Jamie Ford, Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet

Ford was born in 1968 and published his first novel at age 41.

I have to be honest and say that I don’t remember reading this book. I DO remember that I enjoyed the prose, but the plot wasn’t one of those mind-grippers.

Still, reading isn’t always about the thrill of a good plot. Sometimes it’s just about being content with a good piece of prose.

“Even a broken clock is right twice every day.”

Anita Diamant, The Boston Girl

Diamant was born in 1951 and published her first novel at age 46.

Nothing is ever so broken that it’s always wrong.

“The prize was at the bottom, gambles and perils and hazards be damned.”

You tried to teach me this years ago, how getting to the good stuff required a free fall into the unknown, that that was where the real joy would always be waiting. The prize was at the bottom, gambles and perils and hazards be damned.

Deborah Reed, Things We Set on Fire

Reed was born in 1963 and published her first novel at age 48.

It took me a long time to learn this type of bravery. I was 27.

“The longer they were married the less they knew each other,”

Harriet Paige, Man with a Seagull on His Head

Paige was born in 1979 and published her first novel at age 39.

There is a lot of truth in this sentence for some people. From what I hear and have seen, marriage and cohabitation makes us all slack off when it comes to maintaining our relationship. We come to take our spouses for granted. We think they will always be there, so we can always ask them about their day tomorrow. Today we want to rest after a long day at work and we have done all the socialising and patient listening that we can for this day. We will love our spouse tomorrow.

But sometimes there is no tomorrow.

“Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die: It happens again every single morning.”

Anna Quindlen, Every Last One

Quindlen was born in 1952 and published her first novel at age 39.

“Happiness consists in getting enough sleep. Just that, nothing more.”

Robert A. Heinlein, Starship Troopers

Heinlein was born in 1907 and he published his first novel at age 32.

Heinlein is an amazing author. I’m having such a wonderful time listening to this novel on audio. Despite it being great to listen to, I’m also drawn to reading it in book format as there is so much detail and feeling in this novel that I know I’d enjoy more reading them as words on a page.

“Remember, the opposite of bravery is not cowardice, but conformity.”

Gayle Forman, I Was Here

Forman was born in 1970 and published her first novel at age 35.

It’s funny that I knew this intrinsically when I was a little kid. At least that’s what I’d like to think. In reality I was probably just an annoying show-off.

“It struck him that how you spent Christmas was a message to the world about where you were in life, some indication of how deep a hole you had managed to burrow for yourself.”

Nick Hornby, About a Boy

Hornby was born in 1957 and published his first novel at age 38.

What a beautifully written book. On my list of to-read-agains.

“We are each the love of someone’s life.”

Andrew Sean Greer, The Confessions of Max Tivoli

Greer was born in 1970 and published his first novel at age 31.

This was a very sweet novel to read. And this quote is lovely.

“But doctor…I am Pagliacci.”

Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, “Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. Says, “But doctor…I am Pagliacci.” 


Alan Moore, Watchmen

Moore was born in 1953, and published his first works when he was age 29.

My god, it’s Gandalf!

But what a great graphic novel. I had no idea that Moore also did The League of Extrodinary Gentlemen (which is sitting on my desk right now–I’d spotted it in the library and picked it up).

I love this paragraph so much. Interesting commentary about comedians and why humanity find them funny… because most of them are depressed and down on their luck. No one laughs when a person talks about how successful they are. Laughter is reserved for one’s failures.