I liked my fellow Marines. I didn't like pointless orders. Daniel Woodrell More Quotes by Daniel Woodrell More Quotes From Daniel Woodrell The heart's in it then, spinning dreams, and torment is on the way. The heart makes dreams seem like ideas. Daniel Woodrell dream heart ideas Love and hate hold hands always so it made natural sense that they'd get confused by upset married folk in the wee hours once in a while and a nosebleed or bruised breast might result. But it just seemed proof that a great foulness was afoot in the world when a no-strings roll in the hay with a stranger led to chipped teeth or cigarette burns on the wrist. Daniel Woodrell confused hate hands Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall. Daniel Woodrell fading shadow light When I left Iowa, I definitely never wanted to stand in front of a group of academics again and see if they approved of me. I made up my mind to take my work to the actual reading public. Daniel Woodrell iowa reading mind I said shut up once already, with my mouth. Daniel Woodrell shut-up mouths said I had been born shoved to the margins of the world, sure, but I had volunteered for the pits. Daniel Woodrell pits born world It's not always to the benefit of the story to have it so preordained. Daniel Woodrell benefits stories Gail had a baby named Ned who was four months old, and a new look of baffled hurt, a left-behind sadness, like she saw that the great world kept spinning onward and away while she'd overnight become glued to her spot. Daniel Woodrell sadness hurt baby When I started to be a writer, I was not going to run the risk of boring you. Daniel Woodrell risk boring running As a high-school drop-out, I knew I wanted to write, but I wasn't overly confident that I was going to be writing anything serious. I was happy enough with the idea that I could be a penny-a-word guy and survive. Daniel Woodrell confident serious writing happy There are people so alienated from the mainstream of American culture that it's like a parallel universe. They don't expect anything but trouble from the square world. Every time they interact with that world, they're given a ticket, sent to jail, drafted. It's never good. So they live by a separate value system. Daniel Woodrell good time culture people Earned a bachelor's at 27, then an M.F.A. that is still completely unused and in mint condition, never taken out of the box. Daniel Woodrell bachelor box out never I joined the Marines the week I turned 17, and that led to a few experiences that might qualify as adventure - eye of the beholder. Daniel Woodrell marines week eye adventure For a long time, I didn't think I wanted to live in the Ozarks or write about the region. It seemed to be a sure recipe for obscurity, and to be obscure was not my conscious ambition. Daniel Woodrell long-time ambition time long When poetry is on the money, 12 words can slay you. I admire that greatly. Daniel Woodrell words you money poetry In February of 1972, a snowstorm blew into Kansas City, and I decided to hitchhike to California. The roads were icy, snowflakes howling, and nobody would drive me to the highway, so I humped through the snow and ice and caught a ride with a concerned cop to the Kansas Turnpike. Daniel Woodrell roads ride city me I am well aware that the writers of New York, London, and Toronto are more readily noticed, though the shadowy and potent Ozarks Literary Cabal does what it can for me, then nightly joins me for dinner and calls me 'honey.' Daniel Woodrell i-am new me dinner I tell the story by feel most of the time, and I am not much given to labyrinthian digressions but seem to be naturally drawn to compression and pace, and the feelings come about on their own. Daniel Woodrell i-am story feel time One of the interesting things about the Ozarks is you just about don't have street crime. It's strictly between people who know each other. It really isn't indiscriminate; it's kind of between themselves. Daniel Woodrell street know you people I was born in West Plains, and we lived here till I was one. Then my dad needed to get a job, so we moved to the St. Louis area. I lived in St. Charles, on the Missouri River, till I was 15. Daniel Woodrell river job born dad
