Never. Never ask for what ought to be offered.

There's an overlap between social-realist fiction and crime fiction - a sweet spot there.

I had been born shoved to the margins of the world, sure, but I had volunteered for the pits.

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

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

Never. Never ask for what ought to be offered.

I said shut up once already, with my mouth.