The opening novel of the 'Bayou Trilogy' was the first one I finished.

I have a book in the pipeline of short stories. You want to hear an agent scream, say 'I'm thinking about doing a collection of short stories set in the Ozarks.

But I've been at writing long enough now to know that every three or four books I have to start a new direction.

Pine trees with low limbs spread over fresh snow made a stronger vault for the spirit than pews and pulpits ever could.

I've bumped into at least three people in town who all insist 'Winter's Bone' is about them.

The heart's in it then, spinning dreams, and torment is on the way. The heart makes dreams seem like ideas.

He unscrewed the lid, set it on the dash, snorted from the bottle twice, banged the steering wheel, and said, 'You got to be ready to die every day - then you got a chance.'