Ree, brunette and sixteen, with milk skin and abrupt green eyes, stood bare-armed in a fluttering yellowed dress, face to the wind, her cheeks reddening as if smacked and smacked again.
Daniel WoodrellBut I've been at writing long enough now to know that every three or four books I have to start a new direction.
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 Woodrell