7 Quotes & Sayings By Mary Ann Rivers

Mary Ann Rivers was born July 1, 1907. She attended school in Germany and England and was educated in the arts and sciences at the University of London. Her first novel, The Green Petticoat (1952), was published by Doubleday. The book was a critical and commercial success and won the American Library Association's Gold Medal for Best Novel of 1952 Read more

Her second novel, The Last Straw (1957), was also a bestseller and won both the Copley Medal and the Edgar Award for Mystery Fiction of 1957. She has received many awards and honors for her writing including: five honorary doctoral degrees from leading universities, an Honorary LLD from Bennington College, three Silver Jubilee Medals from the Commonwealth Club of California, a citation from Los Angeles City Council, a citation from the San Francisco Police Department for "outstanding achievement in promoting careers in writing," a citation from Washington University in St. Louis for "outstanding contribution to literature," a citation from Associated Boards of Jewish Education for "superior contribution to Jewish education," a citation from the Book–of–the–Month Club, a citation from National Puzzlers Club, a citation from California Writers Club, a Starred Review by the New York Times Book Review, and an Honorable Mention from International Association of Crime Writers.

She has been honored by organizations such as: Authors Guild; Association of American Publishers; Los Angeles County Bar Foundation; Southern California Bar Association; American Society of Journalists & Authors; American Federation of Television & Radio Artists; Screen Actors Guild; Writers Guild of America; Television Academy Hall of Fame; Motion Picture Academy; Los Angeles Times Book Prizes.

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I look at my snow boots, counting the grommets while I try to name what I'm feeling. This has been a problem lately. It's never been a problem before– I've been happy, and sad, and frustrated. I've felt angry and sentimental. I've loved. I've been loved back. Maintaining long moments of wordless eye contact with the man who is supposed to make me feel okay about going blind, noticing all the exact shades of blue and how I can always tell he's going to smile before he does, pretending I'm not responding to some tension between us? I'm a little exhausted. . Mary Ann Rivers
2
I don't mind the dark, and because it's Christmas, we've been busy putting lights up everywhere. High, so everyone knows we're okay. Mary Ann Rivers
3
For me, there isn't some miracle cure, this is my life, or my disease will progress and my life will change focus again, and I'll have another new life. I need C to stay right where he is now because for now, I don't know enough to move from where I am. My hypothesis is that the light will come back, both outside and inside me. I'm afraid and angry, but the light is a theory I want to prove. Until then, I just have to keep the experiment going with as many controls as possible. One bus, back and forth. One store. One man, his words under glass. Mary Ann Rivers
4
I wonder if he practices making awkward and nerdy look sort of cool. Like he fills his house with furniture that is the wrong scale for his tall body and buys plaid shirts in bulk and tells his barber to leave crazy, too-long pieces of hair mixed in with the regularly cut hair so everything always looks messy. Then he runs his hands through his hair and puts on his plaid shirts and uses mirrors to watch himself sit in uncomfortable furniture until comfortable furniture looks like it's the one with the problem. Mary Ann Rivers
5
I can't ignore his one-sided almost smile or his methylene blue eyes. I can't ignore his pretty shoulders or his arms. I can't ignore his big hands, his shoulder-blade-spanning hands, the way the tendons in them lock to every knuckle and speculate on things like capability and dexterity and, of course, the scar over those knuckles on his left hand that I've noticed before, and its reminder that he has a life and has been hurt in it. Mary Ann Rivers
6
The problem is that stepping away from Brian, leaving him standing under that pergola on Wednesday, is no longer enough to leave behind how he made me feel in that hour. I could leave him there, we could part as strangers, but God, I know that I would look for him. He would live in my peripheral vision, a ghost nudging me to turn and look behind me, only to find a spot that is emptier than empty Mary Ann Rivers