Nora Ephron

Nora
Ephron
1941
2012

American Film Director, Producer, Screenwriter, Novelist, Playwright, Journalist, Author and Blogger, 3-time Nominee for the Academy Award for Writing Original Screenplays for films "Silkwood", "When Harry Met Sally" and "Sleepless in Seattle"

Author Quotes

It was personal to me.

Oh, how I regret not having worn a bikini for the entire year I was twenty-six. If anyone young is reading this, go, right this minute, put on a bikini, and don?t take it off until you?re thirty-four.

Stare at me in this faceless way, go mad with desire, and rip my clothes off. It's terrific. In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind.

The Wonderbra is not a step forward for women. Nothing that hurts that much is a step forward for women.

What I love about cooking is that after a hard day, there is something comforting about the fact that if you melt butter and add flour and then hot stock, it will get thick! It?s a sure thing! It?s sure thing in a world where nothing is sure; it has a mathematical certainty in a world where those of us who long for some kind of certainty are forced to settle for crossword puzzles.

Why do people write books that say it's better to be older than to be younger? It's not better. Even if you have all your marbles, you're constantly reaching for the name of the person you met the day before yesterday.

He was, in his way, as close to a Zen master as I've ever had, and all of us who fell under his influence began with his style and eventually ended up with our own.

I have for many years been puzzled by the persistence of Hugh Hefner. Why is he still here?

I thought [New York] was going to be the most magical, fraught-with-possibility place; a place where if you really wanted something you might be able to get it; a place where I?d be surrounded by people I was dying to know. And I turned out to be right.

It's always hard to remember love - years pass and you say to yourself, Was I really in love, or was I just kidding myself? Was I really in love, or was I just pretending he was the man of my dreams? Was I really in love, or was I just desperate?

Once I read a story about a butterfly in the subway, and today, I saw one! It got on at 42nd and off at 59th, where, I assume, it was going to Bloomingdales to buy a hat that will turn out to be a mistake, as almost all hats are.

Suddenly, one day, there was this thing called parenting. Parenting was serious. Parenting was fierce. Parenting was solemn. Parenting was a participle, like going and doing and crusading and worrying.

There are plenty of men who philander during the summer, to be sure, but they are usually the same lot who philander during the winter-albeit with less convenience.

What I?m saying is, don?t delude yourself that the powerful cultural values that wrecked the lives of so many of my classmates have vanished from the earth. Don?t let the New York Times article about the brilliant success of Wellesley graduates in the business world fool you ? there?s still a glass ceiling. Don?t let the number of women in the work force trick you ? there are still lots of magazines devoted almost exclusively to making perfect casseroles and turning various things into tents.

Working as a journalist is exactly like being the wallflower at the orgy...everyone else is having a marvelous time, laughing merrily, eating, drinking, having sex in the back room, and I am standing on the side taking notes.

Help! I?m drowning. I have 112 unanswered email messages. I?m a writer?imagine how many unanswered messages I would have if I had a real job. Imagine how much writing I could do if I didn?t have to answer all this email. My eyes are dim. I have a mild case of carpal tunnel syndrome. I have a galloping case of attention deficit disorder because every time I start to write something, the email icon starts bobbing up and down and I?m compelled to check whether anything good or interesting has arrived. It hasn?t? In the brief time it took me to write this paragraph, three more messages arrived. Now I have 115 unanswered messages. Strike that: 116.

I have made a lot of mistakes falling in love, and regretted most of them, but never the potatoes that went with them.

I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you.

It's much easier to get over someone if you can delude yourself into thinking you never really cared that much.

One of the only movies about marriage. Of course it's also about drinking.

Summer bachelors like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend to be.

There is something called the rapture of the deep, and it refers to what happens when a deep-sea diver spends too much time at the bottom of the ocean and can?t tell which way is up. When he surfaces, he?s liable to have a condition called the bends, where the body can?t adapt to the oxygen levels in the atmosphere. All of this happens to me when I surface from a great book.

What my mother believed about cooking is that if you worked hard and prospered, someone else would do it for you.

You always think that a bolt of lightning is going to strike and your parents will magically change into the people you wish they were or back into the people they used to be. But they?re never going to. And even though you know they?re never going to, you still hope they will.

Here are some questions I am constantly noodling over: Do you splurge or do you hoard? Do you live every day as if it?s your last, or do you save your money on the chance you?ll live twenty more years? Is life too short, or is it going to be too long? Do you work as hard as you can, or do you slow down to smell the roses? And where do carbohydrates fit into all this? Are we really all going to spend our last years avoiding bread, especially now that bread in American is so unbelievable delicious? And what about chocolate?

Author Picture
First Name
Nora
Last Name
Ephron
Birth Date
1941
Death Date
2012
Bio

American Film Director, Producer, Screenwriter, Novelist, Playwright, Journalist, Author and Blogger, 3-time Nominee for the Academy Award for Writing Original Screenplays for films "Silkwood", "When Harry Met Sally" and "Sleepless in Seattle"