This is how sudden things happened that haunted forever.

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

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

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

Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.

I didn't really expect to be coming to the Oscars.

The heart makes dreams seem like ideas.