Like I said, what makes people tick isn’t neccessarily what makes them good. Fast-forward,
I have to have a character worth caring about. I tend not to start writing books about people I don't have a lot of sympathy for because I'm just going to be with them too long.
People cling to folly as if it were their most prized possession, defending it, sometimes with violence, against the possibility of wisdom. It
The task he has chosen for himself, of wooing my mother with a bright red pickup truck, a Patsy Cline tape, and a string of malapropisms, is ample justification to me for not taking the world too seri...
Stories worked much the same way…A false note at the beginning was much more costly than one nearer the end because early errors were part of the foundation.
It was a scary thought. A man could be surrounded by poetry reading and not know it.
Grace believed that those who could see their duty clearly were required by God to do the heavy lifting for the morally blind. Where
Truth be told, I'm not an easy man. I can be an entertaining one, though it's been my experience that most people don't want to be entertained. They want to be comforted.
…a story is like a virus that can rage only for as long as there are new hosts to infect.
Old textile mill, which was in the process of being
Just because things happen slow doesn't mean you'll be ready for them. If they happened fast, you'd be alert for all kinds of suddenness, aware that speed was trump. Slow works in an altogether differ...
My dad had this rock hard body and would work 12- to 13-hour days. The guys he worked with were scrap-iron guys. Nobody on that road crew had read a book in 10 years, but there was something about the...
To expect reason is where the fallacy lies.
Non basta una vita One life isn't enough
An imperfect human heart, perfectly shattered, was her conclusion. A condition so common as to be virtually universal, rendering issues of right and wrong almost incidental.
What I discovered I liked best about striking out on my bicycle was that the farther I got from home, the more interesting and unusual my thoughts became.
At the risk of appearing disingenuous, I don't really think of myself as 'writing humor.' I'm simply reporting on the world I observe, which is frequently hilarious.
We wear the chains we forge in life,
They're around back, she calls down when Julie and I get out. Planning their strategy. Good for them, I say, confident that no strategy that isn't grounded in chaos theory is likely to work against a...
One of the odd things about middle age...was the strange decisions a man discovers he’s made by not really making them.