Top 100 Woodrell's Quotes
#1. Woodrell's storytelling is as melodic, jangly and energetic as a good banjo riff ... Sammy Barlach's story is a tragedy, but the telling of it is a pleasure.
Valerie Sayers
#2. Long, dark, and lovely she had been, in those days before her mind broke and the parts scattered and she let them go.
Daniel Woodrell
#3. The opening novel of the 'Bayou Trilogy' was the first one I finished.
Daniel Woodrell
#4. I came back when I'd had a taste of other places and realized that I would never feel the same sense of connection to any place other than the Ozarks.
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#5. I had been born shoved to the margins of the world, sure, but I had volunteered for the pits.
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#6. Oys by civil calculations, we had by now roughed up the swami and slept where the elephant shits, Shocking us would have required some kind of genius.
Woe To Live On
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#7. There's an overlap between social-realist fiction and crime fiction - a sweet spot there.
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#8. I realized there might be monetary or financial reasons to jump in and write a 'Winter's Bone Retriumphs' or something, and nobody would object to me doing that in publishing. But it would be a waste of my time, and they always take a little longer than you thought they would take.
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#9. When poetry is on the money, 12 words can slay you. I admire that greatly.
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#10. I'm not from the movie world. I'm from the book world.
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#11. I was reading newspaper front pages from the 1930s, and I was taken aback. I'm not naive about American history, but I was a bit knocked off my feet by things that used to be on the front pages of newspapers.
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#12. He was a man with a tin-ear present who dreamed of a rock-opera future.
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#13. Babies don't know anything but nipples and lullabies. they splash out looks of wonder on anybody whether they merit it or not.
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#14. Just because it's got a gun doesn't make it a crime novel, and just because there's a horse doesn't make it a western.
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#16. The Dolly's around here can't be seen to coddle a snitch's family
that's the always been our way. We're old blood, us people, and our ways was set firm long before hot shot baby Jesus ever even burped milk'n sh*& yellow.
Daniel Woodrell
#17. It was in a grim room on Eddy Street that I finally opened 'A Moveable Feast.' I read it all overnight. I read it again the next day.
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#18. I'm surviving and developing as a writer. I don't know what brings you to mass attention in terms of sales. But I've gotten more and more comfortable with it. Of course if that changes, I'll be comfortable with that. All I can do is write the best books I can.
Daniel Woodrell
#19. I think all regions have had their peculiarities of speech rounded off by television, radio, and people travel so much more now.
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#20. I felt like a number of things in me as a writer just clicked.
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#21. Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.
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#22. I rise near dawn, make a strong cup of coffee, wander to my desk and come fully awake by reading something written the day before.
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#23. Mike Rondeau, a tall drink of a man sloshed into a squat glass, with a belt that could double as a lasso and a volume of ambitious lies that he called his life, came in the door and laughed.
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#25. I always gravitate towards anything from Ireland. With Irish lit, I love the use of language, but also in many instances, the Irish writers are writing about people and circumstances that I can relate to.
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#26. Before all that long, you start telling those near to you that you went on interviews that turned out sorry when factually you never even made the phone call.
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#28. I was thinking of my father's family. I can find their graves, but not that much about them. They didn't do anything notable enough to be in the records of newspapers.
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#29. I can't remember coming across a more precise evocation of innocence lost since Golding's The Lord of the Flies. With The Death of Sweet Mister, Daniel Woodrell has written his masterpiece-spare, dark, and incandescently beautiful. It broke my heart.
Dennis Lehane
#30. I know people who have, until recently, lived with dirt floors. There are people who live way back off the grid, without electricity. Not a whole lot, but quite a few. That's a choice for a lot of them. There might be a religious element in their isolation, at least with some of them.
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#31. I know the Pollock novel. Read it last year and liked it. Daniel Woodrell is awesome. I especially like the book Winter's Bone, and the film made from it. Larry Brown is terrific, all his work, but for me Joe in particular, also a good film, but a much better novel.
Joe R. Lansdale
#32. I'd just lie around all day. It's the chemo, the poison they pump into you. Sometimes I'd be walking across the room and think, 'There it is; I got to rest.' And I had to, right then.
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#33. I guess it's ridiculously romantic, but I wanted to be a full tilt, sink-or-swim writer.
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#34. I've bumped into at least three people in town who all insist 'Winter's Bone' is about them.
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#35. Then she moved backwards, deeper into the shadow. All I could see was that she was barely there, like something you almost recall: the Pledge of Allegiance, your daddy's real name.
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#36. He's got that 'born to lose and lose violently' air about him. That's good.
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#37. That water's colder'n hell!"
That's what makes it good. That's what makes it help all your bruises'n bumps'n stuff."
It's colder'n a goddam witch's tit in there!
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#39. I'm always writing about character first. Plot, such as it is, comes from the characters.
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#40. Tip began to nod, then shook his head. I could be eight kinds of crooked, there, piglet, but I ain't never been no kind of dumb.
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#41. 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.
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#42. Nobody cares for getting belittled by a person you've had sex with. A person you've licked all over. Nobody wants to sit there and get run down too far by somebody who gives them a hard-on.
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#43. You realize you're alive while you're alive, and you better notice it then, because later, it's hard to see.
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#44. Wanda Bone Bouvier had that thing that makes a hound leap against its cage. It ws a quality that was partly a bonus from nature and partly learned from cheesecake calendars and Tanya Tucker albums.
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#45. I learned my values. It's better to be poor than to be beholden. Wealth is not the object of life. You should be polite as long as possible, and when you can't be polite anymore, don't run.
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#46. The town of St. Charles near St. Louis was founded by a trapper named Blanchette. There is a section that's called Frenchtown on historical markers.
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#47. If I weren't so lazy, I would have 14 books, not eight.
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#48. Your palms break sweat and you sit there, needy, while your work ethic and character are available for comment from strangers you wouldn't share a joint with at a blues festival.
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#49. I just really like the verve and muscle of good crime fiction, the narrative punch of it. The underlying principle of good crime fiction is an insistence on a kind of root democracy. I've always responded to that notion.
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#50. Grunt work is my main calling, but I like to be dead when I do it.
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#51. 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.
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#52. I was basically raised to look for chances to get even with several families for stuff that happened 30 or 40 years before I was born.
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#53. I had gone to enlist in the Navy, but they had a long waiting list and no need for high-school dropouts.
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#54. Boys popped wheelies that landed very near the men, then exercised their audacity by requesting quarters to stop. "I could scuff your shoes for nothin'," they said, "but when a quarter's
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#55. Thump Milton loomed over Ree, a fabled man, his face a monument of Ozark stone, with juts and angles and cold shaded parts the sun never touched.
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#56. The bodies draped down through the leaves like rancid baubles in the locks of a horrible harlot.
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#57. Ree, brunette and sixteen, with milk skin and abrupt green eyes, stood bare-armed in a fluttering yellowed dress, face to the wind, her cheeks reddening as if smacked and smacked again.
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#58. 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.
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#59. I like the idea of everybody knowing each other; you know why you're doing things.
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#60. But I've been at writing long enough now to know that every three or four books I have to start a new direction.
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#61. I think there are some folks who don't particularly like what I have to say, but on the whole, the reaction has been very positive.
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#62. The old man had been tanned by the light of too many beer signs, and it just goes to show that you can't live on three packs of Chesterfields and a fifth of bourbon a day without starting to drift far too fuckin' wide in the turns.
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#63. I don't want to be callous about it, but we all seemed to get over the Oklahoma bombing pretty quickly, and we're never going to get over 9/11.
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#64. This happens to me all the time: I think I'm working on one thing, but this other thing, whether I want it to or not, keeps coming through.
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#65. Nobody here wants to be awful," he said. He hopped a little as he zipped up. "It's just nobody here knows all the rules yet, and that makes a rocky time.
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#67. If you don't allow yourself to change from book to book - take chances - it turns into a dullish job with no health benefits or pension plan and only intermittent paychecks.
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#68. This floor, here? I remember when this floor here used to get to jumping' like a fuckin' bunny from all the dancing'. Everybody dancing' around all night, stoned out of their minds - and it always was the happy kind of stoned back then.
Daniel Woodrell
#70. 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.
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#71. 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.
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#72. Whatever are we to do about you, baby girl? Huh?' 'Kill me, I guess.' 'That idea has been said already. Got'ny other ones?' 'Help me. Ain't nobody said that idea yet, have they?
Daniel Woodrell
#73. I'm very attracted to poetry for all the reasons someone likes poetry. The notion of compression seems to fit my personality.
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#74. I was not much used to women except for mothers. Everything I did, they did different.
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#75. As the ample Hedda, who disguised her ampleness behind a billow of yellow summer dress, told it, her life up 'til she hoisted this very bloody mary in her hand was a convoluted tale of bubbly love gone flat, fine talents unnoticed and similarly woeful bullshit.
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#76. I think my grandmother Woodrell was most responsible for my becoming a writer. She wasn't quite literate, but was very proud that she attended school as far as the third grade. She worked as a maid, housekeeper and cook.
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#77. I'd get lost without the weight of you two on my shoulders.
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#78. The pain was shrill enough, but the idea of a finger of mine twitching about, lost in chicken-pecked dust, was more terrible.
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#79. 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.
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#80. Honesty can siphon off a few regrets and resentments if you tap in to it. Let that sink in.
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#81. You got to be ready to die every day - then you got a chance.
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#82. Her right hand held a bottle of Pepsi that she'd clogged with peanuts and called a late lunch.
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#83. This new spot for life might be but a short journey as a winged creature covers it, that is often said, but, oh, Lord, as you know, I had not the wings, and it is a hot, hard ride by road.
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#84. I hate to fall back on weird to describe them, but goofy is too weak, and strange sounds too sensible.
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#85. I don't think I can write a book as nihilistic as some of my early ones. They're so bleak. I don't think I would enjoy that as much anymore. You really become fixated on ways out.
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#86. I've always been fascinated by the Mississippi River and the way of life in these small river towns.
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#87. I pulled the rearview down and looked at myself in the mirror for a spell, trying to spot virtues.
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#88. On his next return to this world, Duncan Cobb, oldest son, faithless cousin, cautious lover, and pal of killers, awoke infused with the lucidity born of no escape, and a mortal dose of honesty.
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#89. I can't say that dropping out of school at 16 to join the Marines was my best idea. On the other hand, maybe it was. Who knows?
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#90. I FELL DEEP down in there, until this bright light raised me from sleep. Coming out of a pit such as that, you think the bright light could be God or a cop on patrol.
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#91. Daniel Woodrell has made a name as a master of prose with personality - a densely descriptive, gamey form of storytelling, one might say traditional storytelling - of late rather an unfashionable mode.
Sarah Hall
#92. Ledoux's face was pebbled with mosquito bites. Forget the Cutter's and that means every needle-nose bug in the woods spare-changing you for blood like cornerboy hustlers spotting a strung-out Kennedy trying to score on Seventh. Like you got plenty to give.
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#93. It's called 'The Outlaw Album,' not 'The Ozarks Album.' These are stories that delve into different kinds of outlawry, from criminal acts to interior, or psychological, outlawry. The book is not meant to be a tapestry of the Ozarks.
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#94. It's not always to the benefit of the story to have it so preordained.
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#95. I always loved the verve and vivacity of pulp and I kind of merged it with my own interest in family stories.
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#96. Most of my characters aren't hillbillies anyway. Let's just call them proletariat with a disposition towards criminal activity.
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#97. The heart's in it then, spinning dreams, and torment is on the way. The heart makes dreams seem like ideas.
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#99. We'd been living in the Arkansas Ozarks, then the Missouri Ozarks, because it is so inexpensive and does have natural wonders, but we shuffled things and moved to San Francisco, the corner of Dashiell Hammett and Pine.
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#100. 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.'
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