In a brilliant fusion of fact and fiction, Jayne Anne Phillips has written the novel of the year. It's the story of a serial killer's crimes and capture, yes, but it's also a compulsively readable story of how one brave woman faces up to acts of terrible violence in order to create something good an
The truth is in the details.
Love, the simplest, strongest, and most unforgiving of all emotions.
He pointed toward the silhouettes on the side of the [bathrooms] instead--black cutout man, black cutout woman. The man had his legs apart, the woman had hers together. Pretty much the story of the human race in sign language.
American grammar doesn't have the sturdiness of British grammar (a British advertising man with a proper education can make magazine copy for ribbed condoms sound like the Magna goddam Carta), but it has its own scruffy charm
Iâ€™m so afraid that all I can reach will lead me to all I dare not see.
I'm not a big fan of psychoanalysis: I think if you have mental problems what you need are good pills. But I do think that if you have thinks that bother you, things that are unresolved, the more that you talk about them, write about them, the less serious they become.
My view is that organized religion is a very dangerous tool that's been misused by a lot of people.
People think that I must be a very strange person. This is not correct. I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk.
Jake went in, aware that he had, for the first time in three weeks, opened a door without hoping madly to find another world on the other side. A bell jingled overhead. The mild, spicy smell of old books hit him, and the smell was somehow like coming home.
Some of this bookâ€”perhaps too muchâ€”has been about how I learned to do it. Much of it has been about how you can do it better. The rest of itâ€”and perhaps the best of itâ€”is a permission slip: you can, you should, and if you're brave enough to start, you will. Writing is magic, as much the wate
A great whispering noise began to rise in the woods on either side of the tracks, as if the forest had just noticed we were there and was commenting on it.
The first real terror struck him then, and there was nothing supernatural about it. It was only a realization of how easy it was to trash your life. That was what was so scary. You just dragged the fan up to everything you had spent the years raking together and turned the motherfucker on.
And I wonder if there is really any point to what I'm doing, or what I'm supposed to make of a world where a man can get rich playing "let's pretend
Money means I can support my family and still do what I love. Not very many people can say that in this world, and not many writers can say that.
The first draft of a bookâ€”even a long oneâ€”should take no more than three months, the length of a season.
As a species we're fundamentally insane. Put more than two of us in a room, we pick sides and start dreaming up reasons to kill one another. Why do you think we invented politics and religion?
As infants, our first victory comes in grasping some bit of the world, usually our mother's fingers. Later we discover that the world, and the things of the world, are grasping us, and have been all along.
One only wishes Wayne LaPierre and his NRA board of directors could be drafted to some of these scenes, where they would be required to put on booties and rubber gloves and help clean up the blood, the brains, and the chunks of intestine still containing the poor wads of half-digested food that were
I wanted to write a balls-to-the-wall supernatural horror story, something I haven't done in a long time.
This is a dreadful thing to say, but I have wondered in my darker hours that, if everything were legal, wouldn't it be kind of a Darwinian solution to a lot of problems? Who are the bikies that you see who are cruisin' around with no helmet or with a hat turned around like that yoyo in Cheap Trick?
because the hardest boss a man can ever have is himself.
Marriage is referred to in the bible as "mystical union," and it really is in the sense that two people who don't know each other get together. I'm always interested in how much you find out about the other person and how much you don't find out.
I can't see the future, but it's grim. The depletion of resources - we're living in this dine-and-dash economy.
The age of the book is not over. No way... But maybe the age of some books is over. People say to me sometimes 'Steve, are you ever going to write a straight novel, a serious novel' and by that they mean a novel about college professors who are having impotence problems or something like that. And I
Death, but not for you, gunslinger. Never for you. You darkle. You tinct. May I be brutally frank? You go on.
There may be fairies, there may be elves, but God helps those who help themselves.
Any game looks straight if everyone is being cheated at once.
One of the really bad things you can do to your writing is to dress up the vocabulary, looking for long words because you're maybe a little bit ashamed of your short ones. This is like dressing up a household pet in evening clothes. The pet is embarrassed and the person who committed this act of pre
Sometimes the things presented to us as choices aren't choices at all.