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

I have no desire to be dominated. Honestly I don?t. And yet I find myself becoming angry when I?m not.

I want to talk to her. I want to have lunch with her. I want her to give me a book she just read and loved. She is my phantom limb, and I just can?t believe I?m here without her.- on losing her best friend

Joan is very funny. I'm always telling her she's a fraud: Everyone thinks she's fragile and humorless, when we all know she's wildly funny ? and the last surviving member of the Donner party.

One of the things people always say to you if you get upset is, don?t take it personally, but listen hard to what?s going on and, please, I beg you, take it personally. Understand: every attack on Hillary Clinton for not knowing her place is an attack on you. Underneath almost all those attacks are the words: get back, get back to where you once belonged. When Elizabeth Dole pretends that she isn?t serious about her career, that is an attack on you. The acquittal of O.J. Simpson is an attack on you. Any move to limit abortion rights is an attack on you ? whether or not you believe in abortion. The fact that Clarence Thomas is sitting on the Supreme Court today is an attack on you.

Take notes. Everything is copy.

There isn?t an ugly girl in American who wouldn?t exchange her problems for the problems of being beautiful; I don?t believe there is a beautiful girl anywhere who would honestly prefer to not be.

What will happen to sex after liberation? Frankly, I don't know. It is a great mystery to all of us.

You are not going to be you, fixed and immutable you, forever.

Here?s what a parent is: a parent is a person who has children. Here?s what?s involved in being a parent: you love your children, you hang out with them from time to time, you throw balls, you read stories, you make sure they know which utensil is the fork, you teach them to say please and thank you, you see that they have an occasional haircut, and you ask if they did their homework.

I have to murder and dismember a crustacean.

I wish he were better at hailing taxis than I am; on the other hand, I realize that expectation is culturally conditioned, utterly foolish, has nothing to do with anything, is exactly the kind of thinking that ought to be got rid of in our society; on still another hand, having that insight into my reaction does not seem to calm my irritation.

Journalism is the greatest job. I loved it. I think it is a fantastic job. Now I kind of look back on it the way you look back on someone you were once in love with that you bump into and you think, what did I ever see in him?

Reading is one of the main things I do. Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel I've accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it's a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it's a way of making contact with someone else's imagination after a day that's all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.

That's the catch about betrayal, of course: that it feels good, that there's something immensely pleasurable about moving from a complicated relationship which involves minor atrocities on both sides to a nice, neat, simple one where one person has done something so horrible and unforgivable that the other person is immediately absolved of all the low-grade sins of sloth, envy, gluttony, avarice and I forget the other three.

There were cats; cats I was wildly attached to ? my husband and I spoke in cat voices. Once the marriage was over, I never thought of the cats again (until I wrote about them in a novel and disguised them as hamsters).

What will NY152 say today, I wonder. 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.

You are the butter to my bread, you are the breath to my life.

Destiny is something we've invented because we can't stand the fact that everything that happens is accidental.

Don't underestimate how much antagonism there is toward women and how many people wish we could turn the clock back. One of the things people always say to you if you get upset is 'Don't take it personally,' but listen hard to what's going on and, please, I beg you, take it personally.

Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.

Enough about that. The point is that for a long time, the fact that I was divorced was the most important thing about me. And now it's not.

1. Journalists sometimes make things up. 2. Journalists sometimes get things wrong.

Every so often I would look at my women friends who were happily married and didn?t cook, and I would always find myself wondering how they did it. Would anyone love me if I couldn?t cook? I always thought cooking was part of the package: Step right up, it?s Rachel Samstat, she?s bright, she?s funny and she can cook!

A lot of college graduates approach me about becoming screenwriters. I tell them, ?Do not become a screenwriter, become a journalist,? because journalists go into worlds that are not their own. Kids who go to Hollywood write coming-of-age stories for their first scripts, about what happened to them when they were sixteen. Then they write the summer camp script. At the age of twenty-three they haven?t produced anything, and that?s the end of the career.

Everybody dies. There?s nothing you can do about it. Whether or not you eat six almonds a day. Whether or not you believe in God. (Although there?s no question a belief in God would come in handy. It would be great to think there?s a plan, and that everything happens for a reason. I don?t happen to believe that. And every time one of my friends says to me, Everything happens for a reason, I would like to smack her.)

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"