Joyce Maynard Quotes (33 Quotes)

A man kind of dictates the rules about how he is to be treated, and for 30 years, people do what he says. I can't think of another public figure -- and he IS a public figure -- who has been allowed to do that. He's not a monster, but he's not a god. He's a man.

To share our stories is not only a worthwhile endeavor for the storyteller, but for those who hear our stories and feel less alone because of it.

If a man wishes to truly not be written about, he would do well not to write letters to 18-year-old girls, inviting them into his life.

The word no Carries a lot more meaning when spoken by a parent who also knows how to say yes.

For 25 years, I did take my responsibilities as a pleaser of others sufficiently seriously.

I wonder what it is that the people who criticize me for telling this story truly object to: is it that I have dared to tell the story? Or that the story turns out not to be the one they wanted to hear?

I compromised my ability to tell my story, at the most basic level.

The portrait of my parents is a complicated one, but lovingly drawn.

I continued to protect him with my silence.

Some literary types subscribe to the notion that being a writer like Salinger entitles a person to remain free of the standards that might apply to mere mortals.

Nothing like being visible, publishing one's work, and speaking openly about one's life, to disabuse the world of the illusion of one's perfection and purity.

I have not chosen to live a particularly private life myself, I respect the decision of any man or woman who chooses to live such a life.

At Home in the World is the story of a young woman, raised in some difficult circumstances, and how she survives. It tells a story of redemption, not victimhood.

Long after Salinger sent me away, I continued to believe his standards and expectations were the best ones.

Teach a child to play solitaire, and she'll be able to entertain herself when there's no one around. Teach her tennis, and she'll know what to do when she's on a court. But raise her to feel comfortable in nature, and the whole planet is her home.

The vehemence with which certain critics have chosen not simply to criticize what I've written, but to challenge my writing this story at all, speaks of what the book is about: fear of disapproval.

The painter who feels obligated to depict his subjects as uniformly beautiful or handsome and without flaws will fall short of making art.

My job is writing. I get paid to do it. When was the last time you heard someone challenge a doctor for making money off of cancer?

It's not only children who grow. Parents do too. As much as we watch to see what our children do with their lives, they are watching us to see what we do with ours. I can't tell my children to reach for the sun. All I can do is reach for it, myself.

This book was written with a high level of awareness about the needs of other people in my life, and a respect for certain boundaries.

Many women my age have known the experience of giving up crucial parts of themselves to please the man they love.

I have long observed that the act of writing is viewed, by some, as an elite and otherworldly act, all the more so if a person isn't paid for what she writes.

I believe every one of us possesses a fundamental right to tell our own story.

I believed my story would be helpful to young women my daughter's age, who are still in the process of forming themselves as women, and in need of encouragement to remain true to themselves.

A person who deserves my loyalty receives it.

I felt shame and failure, for all the compromises I'd made in my life. I could feel his silent disapproval of me. It was an oppressive thing.

Not only did I avoid speaking of Salinger; I resisted thinking about him. I did not reread his letters to me. The experience had been too painful.

I lived with a belief that I was a less worthy person for having fallen short of the approval of the man I had admired more than any other I'd known.

If I told you about all the stories I don't tell, I would be violating the very boundaries I set for myself.

Although Salinger had long since cut me out of his life completely and made it plain that he had nothing but contempt for me, the thought of becoming the object of his wrath was more than I felt ready to take on.

The silence was part of the story I wanted to tell.

Women writers have been told, forever, that our stories were not valuable. Not as valuable as men's stories about wars, business, power.

It is not the task of a reader to please her subjects.