Pine trees with low limbs spread over fresh snow made a stronger vault for the spirit than pews and pulpits ever could.
Daniel WoodrellI had been born shoved to the margins of the world, sure, but I had volunteered for the pits.
Daniel WoodrellFading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.
Daniel WoodrellWhen I left Iowa, I definitely never wanted to stand in front of a group of academics again and see if they approved of me. I made up my mind to take my work to the actual reading public.
Daniel WoodrellLove and hate hold hands always so it made natural sense that they'd get confused by upset married folk in the wee hours once in a while and a nosebleed or bruised breast might result. But it just seemed proof that a great foulness was afoot in the world when a no-strings roll in the hay with a stranger led to chipped teeth or cigarette burns on the wrist.
Daniel Woodrell