10 Top Andre Dubus Quotes That You Should Bookmark

Famous As: Short story writer

Born On: 1936

Died On: 1999

Born In: Lake Charles, Louisiana, United States

Died At Age: 62

Andre Jules Dubus II, renowned as Andre Dubus was an American essayist, short story writer, and an autobiographer. Despite writing a few novels, Andre liked only to be known as a short story writer. ‘Ploughshares’ and ‘Sewanee Review’ are the two small literary journals in which he published his work throughout his career. Voices from the Moon’ , ‘The Last Worthless Evening’, ‘Separate Flights’, ‘Adultery and Other Choices’, ‘Finding a Girl in America’, ‘ The Times Are Never So Bad’ and ‘Adultery and Other Choices’ are some of his collected works. ‘The Lieutenant’ was the first work he published. ‘Selected Stories’, a book which was published in 1988 helped him in winning ‘MacArthur Award’. His fiction ‘Dancing After Hours’ was categorized in the final list for a ‘National Book Critics Award’ and he even won ‘Rea Award’ for the same. We have gathered few of his quotes and thoughts that would encourage the writer in you. Take a look at the renowned quotations and sayings by Andre Dubus which have been excerpted from his writings, books, thoughts, essays, journals, work and life. Here is a collection of quotes and thoughts by Andre Dubus on stories, book, truth, reading, quit, perseverance, writing, love, pain, art, passion, neglect, hope and fear.

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I love short stories because I believe they are the way we live. They are what our friends tell us, in their pain and joy, their passion and rage, their yearning and their cry against injustice.

I love short stories because I believe they are the way we live. They are what our friends tell us, in their pain and joy, their passion and rage, their yearning and their cry against injustice.
Love Friends Believe I
Andre Dubus

Shyness has a strange element of narcissism, a belief that how we look, how we perform, is truly important to other people.

Shyness has a strange element of narcissism, a belief that how we look, how we perform, is truly important to other people.
Belief
Andre Dubus

It is not hard to live through a day, if you can live through a moment.

It is not hard to live through a day, if you can live through a moment.
You
Andre Dubus

A story can always break into pieces while it sits inside a book on a shelf; and, decades after we have read it even twenty times, it can open us up, by cut or caress, to a new truth.

A story can always break into pieces while it sits inside a book on a shelf; and, decades after we have read it even twenty times, it can open us up, by cut or caress, to a new truth.
Andre Dubus

He learned how quickly love died when you weren't looking; if you weren't looking.

He learned how quickly love died when you weren't looking; if you weren't looking.
You Love
Andre Dubus

What is art if not a concentrated and impassioned effort to make something with the little we have, the little we see?

What is art if not a concentrated and impassioned effort to make something with the little we have, the little we see?
Art
Andre Dubus

We receive and we lose, and we must try to achieve gratitude; and with that gratitude to embrace with whole hearts whatever of life that remains after the losses.

We receive and we lose, and we must try to achieve gratitude; and with that gratitude to embrace with whole hearts whatever of life that remains after the losses.
Life
Andre Dubus

Fear is a ghost; embrace your fear, and all you’ll see in your arms is yourself.

Fear is a ghost; embrace your fear, and all you’ll see in your arms is yourself.
Yourself Fear
Andre Dubus

We don’t have to live great lives, we just have to understand and survive the ones we’ve got.

We don’t have to live great lives, we just have to understand and survive the ones we’ve got.
Andre Dubus

No: she is one of us, and what she said and did on that April evening was, like the warm sunlit sky, enough: for me, for the end of winter, for the infinite possibilities of the human heart.

No: she is one of us, and what she said and did on that April evening was, like the warm sunlit sky, enough: for me, for the end of winter, for the infinite possibilities of the human heart.
Me Like Heart
Andre Dubus