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

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

Darcey Steinke
- Long
- Writing

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
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