Without a sense of place the work is often reduced to a cry of voices in empty rooms, a literature of the self, at its best poetic music; at its worst a thin gruel of the ego.
William KennedyAspiring writers should read the entire canon of literature that precedes them, back to the Greeks, up to the current issue of The Paris Review.
William KennedyRoscoe was spiritually illegal, a bootlegger of the soul, a mythic creature made of words and wit and wild deeds and boundless memory.
William Kennedy