My uncle Max was a mountain, a shooting star, a big bear of a man, a piggyback ride waiting to happen, his pockets full of candy and, later money, or whatever the particular currency of our ages happened to be. He was rock concerts, baseball games, he was yes when my parents were no, he was a consolation for every disappointment.
Lisa UngerWe can't hold on to anyone or anything, you know. We lose everything except that which we carry within us.
Lisa UngerThe worst violence we can do to each other often is psychological, especially in families. I dwell a lot on domestic danger. Thats the backdrop of most of my novels - what kind of damage is done without ever lifting a finger.
Lisa UngerI definitely feel that plot flows from character. I dont believe that you can construct a plot and insert people into it.
Lisa Unger