Darcey Steinke Quotes

United States, Author
April 25, 1962

Darcey Steinke is an American author and educator. She has written five novels: Up Through the Water, Suicide Blonde, Jesus Saves, and Milk, Easter Everywhere, and Sister Golden Hair. Steinke has also served as a lecturer at Princeton University, the American University of Paris, New School University,[8] Barnard College, the University of Mississippi, and Columbia University.

Also known as Educator

You’ll see, there are a million ways to kill off the soft parts of yourself.

Darcey Steinke
- Way
- Millions
When you love a woman, you love yourself, and it's terrible really, how it seems perfectly possible to swallow the other. With a man you want to join, you want your ribs to connect like handcuffs. But with a woman if you swallow, she becomes you.

Darcey Steinke
- Men
- Ribs
- Love Yourself

Everything was new, now I’m a junkie, I seem to need more severe doses of experience to feel anything.

Darcey Steinke
- Feels
- Needs
- Junkie
I knew people want most what they pretend to hate, that it takes courage to say what you really want.

Darcey Steinke
- People
- Want
- Hate
Maybe all spirits flew to Paris, not only French ones. Could you haunt a place you'd never been?

Darcey Steinke
- Spirit
- Paris
- Flew
I knew you could find a certain relief in begging God, it had helped me, but on the other hand, God never answered directly and that was always depressing.

Darcey Steinke
- Hands
- Relief
- Depressing
I always think to myself, being human, having crushes now, what is it about that person that I really want? What do they represent? More freedom? Someone to care for me more? It's never really about the person.

Darcey Steinke
- Thinking
- Care
- Crush
The problem with being a modern woman, I thought, as the front door swung wide, is that you have to pretend to be stronger than you are.

Darcey Steinke

When you write you have to reside in the unknown for as long as possible.

Darcey Steinke
- Long
- Writing
As a child I made a pact with my mother. I agreed that we were doomed, that she and I abided together in a cocoon of melancholy.

Darcey Steinke
- Children
- Together
- Mother