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

As Harry puts it, men and women can never be friends because 'the sex part always gets in the way.

At one point I looked down and couldn't tell which fingers were his and which were mine. And I knew ... I knew we'd be together forever and that everything would be wonderful.

Believe me. If I look good, it's not an accident.

Beware of men who cry. It?s true that men who cry are sensitive to and in touch with feelings, but the only feelings they tend to be sensitive to and in touch with are their own.

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.)

A successful parent is one who raises a child who grows up and is able to pay for his or her own psychoanalysis.

Everybody thinks they have good taste and a sense of humor but they couldn't possibly all have good taste.

A while back, my friend Graydon Carter mentioned that he was opening a restaurant in New York. I cautioned him against this, because it?s my theory that owning a restaurant is the kind of universal fantasy everyone ought to grow out of, sooner rather than later, or else you will be stuck with the restaurant. There are many problems that come with owning a restaurant, not the least of which is that you have to eat there all the time. Giving up the fantasy that you want to own a restaurant is probably the last Piaget stage.

Everyone always asks, was he mad at you for writing the book? and I have to say, Yes, yes, he was. He still is. It is one of the most fascinating things to me about the whole episode: he cheated on me, and then got to behave as if he was the one who had been wronged because I wrote about it! I mean, it's not as if I wasn't a writer. It's not as if I hadn't often written about myself. I'd even written about him. What did he think was going to happen? That I would take a vow of silence for the first time in my life?

We have lived through the era when happiness was a warm puppy, and the era when happiness was a dry martini, and now we have come to the era when happiness is "knowing what your uterus looks like.

It struck me that the movies had spent more than half a century saying, They lived happily ever after and the following quarter-century warning that they'll be lucky to make it through the weekend. Possibly now we are now entering a third era in which the movies will be sounding a note of cautious optimism: You know it just might work.

With any child entering adolescence, one hunts for signs of health, is desperate for the smallest indication that the child's problems will never be important enough for a television movie.

I try to write parts for women that are as complicated and interesting as women actually are.

From the essay "Twenty-five Things People Have a Shocking Capacity to Be Surprised by Over and Over Again"

1. Journalists sometimes make things up.
2. Journalists sometimes get things wrong.
3. Almost all books that are published as memoirs were initially written as novels, and then the agent/editor said, This might work better as a memoir.
6. Freedom of the press belongs to the man who owns one.

Whenever you give up an apartment in New York and move to another city, New York turns into the worst version of itself. Someone I know once wisely said that the expression "It's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there" is completely wrong where New York is concerned; the opposite is true. New York is a very livable city. But when you move away and become a vistor, the city seems to turn against you. It's much more expensive (because you need to eat all your meals out and pay for a place to sleep) and much more unfriendly. Things change in New York; things change all the time. You don't mind this when you live here; when you live here, it's part of the caffeinated romance to this city that never sleeps. But when you move away, your experience change as a betrayal. You walk up Third Avenue planning to buy a brownie at a bakery you've always been loyal to, and the bakery's gone. Your dry cleaner move to Florida; your dentist retires; the lady who made the pies on West Fourth Street vanishes; the maitre d' at P.J. Clarke's quits, and you realize you're going to have to start from scratch tipping your way into the heart of the cold, chic young woman now at the down. You've turned your back from only a moment, and suddenly everything's different. You were an insider, a native, a subway traveler, a purveyor of inside tips into the good stuff, and now you're just another frequent flyer, stuck in a taxi on Grand Central Parkway as you wing in and out of La Guardia. Meanwhile, you rad that Manhattan rents are going up, they're climbing higher, they're reached the stratosphere. It seems that the moment you left town, they put a wall around the place, and you will never manage to vault over it and get back into the city again.

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.

I am living in the Google years, no question of that. And there are advantages to it. When you forget something, you can whip out your iPhone and go to Google. The Senior Moment has become the Google moment, and it has a much nicer, hipper, younger, more contemporary sound, doesn't it? By handling the obligations of the search mechanism, you almost prove you can keep up....

You can't retrieve you life (unless you're on Wikipedia, in which case you can retrieve an inaccurate version of it).

I don't think any day is worth living without thinking about what you're going to eat next at all times.

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"