A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image. Joan Didion belongclaimforever Change image and share on social
Was it only by dreaming or writing that I could find out what I thought? Joan Didion dreamfindthink Change image and share on social
I hadn't thought that I was generally a pack rat, but it turns out I am. Joan Didion generallypackrat Change image and share on social
I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. Joan Didion fearfindmean Change image and share on social
The clothes chosen for me as a child had a strong element of the Pre-Raphaelite, muted greens and ivories, dusty rose, what seems in retrospect an eccentric amount of black. Joan Didion amountblackchild Change image and share on social
I could talk more directly in a nonfiction voice than I could in fiction. Joan Didion directlyfictionnonfiction Change image and share on social
I never had faith that the answers to human problems lay in anything that could be called political. I thought the answers, if there were answers, lay someplace in man's soul. Joan Didion answercallfaith Change image and share on social
I'm totally in control of this tiny, tiny world right there at the typewriter. Joan Didion controltinytotally Change image and share on social
You can throw a novel into focus with one overheard line. Joan Didion focuslineoverhear Change image and share on social
