I said shut up once already, with my mouth.

I always loved the verve and vivacity of pulp and I kind of merged it with my own interest in family stories.

When I started to be a writer, I was not going to run the risk of boring you.

This is how sudden things happened that haunted forever.

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.

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

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.