I just have this feeling that if it weren't for the Gloversville Free Library that I probably would not be a writer.
He'd discovered that his memories of that summer were like bad movie montages - young lovers tossing a Frisbee in the park, sharing a melting ice-cream cone, bicycling along the river, laughing, talking, kissing, a sappy score drowning out the dialogue because the screenwriter had no idea what these two people might say to each other.
Worse, I have to admit to feeling the jealousy of one crab for another that has managed to climb out of the barrel.
To expect reason is where the fallacy lies.
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.
America has always been a nation of small places, and as we lose them, we're losing part of ourselves.
Knowing and knowing what to do about it were two different things.
To weigh and evaluate a vast grid of information, much of it meaningless, and to arrive at sensible, if erroneous, conclusions, is a skill not to be sneezed at.
The other possibility was that there was no right thing to say, that the choice wasn't between right and wrong but between wrong, more wrong, and as wrong as you can get.
I don't think there's a shortage of material in the world. Or in my head. I just pray for continued good health, because I've got other stories to tell.
... Baggott enjoys living on the knife edge between hilarity and heartbreak and that makes her a writer after my own heart.
I want that which is hilarious and that which is heartbreaking to occupy the same territory in the book because I think they very often occupy the same territory in life, much as we try to separate them.
Don't even the best and most fortunate of lives hint at other possibilities, at a different kind of sweetness and, yes, bitterness too? Isn't this why we can't help feeling cheated, even when we know we haven't been?
If you work at comedy too laboriously, you can kill what's funny in the joke.
It's possible to overlook character flaws of in-laws for the simple reason that you feel neither responsible for them nor genetically implicated.
I'll tell you one thing, though. It's a terrible thing to be a disappointment to a good woman.
People who imagine themselves to be self-made seldom enjoy examining the process of manufacture in detail.
...aware, as always, that the truth isn't much of substitute for a good answer.
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.
I think the darker aspect of my fiction-or anybody's fiction-is by its very nature somehow easier to talk about.
You can be interested in a Jane Smiley novel whether or not anyone says a word. She enters into her characters thoughts with great understanding and depth.
I was pretty dead set against ever writing an academic novel. It's always been my view that there are already more than enough academic novels and that most of them aren't any good. Most of them are self-conscious and bitter, the work of people who want to settle grudges.
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.
Even at its most perceptive, sociology deals in abstractions.
Why mince words? Beautiful Ruins is an absolute masterpiece.
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