Annie Proulx

Develop craftsmanship through years of wide reading.

I rarely use the Internet for research, as I find the process cumbersome and detestable. The informa ...

You know, one of the tragedies of real life is that there is no background music.

You should write because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different w ...

Ordinary parties, he thought, were subtle games of sexual and social badminton...

Anyway, there's something wrong with everybody and it's up to you to know what you can handle.

Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write.

He pressed his face into the fabric and breathed in slowly through his mouth and nose, hoping for th ...

You got to think a musical instrument is human or, anyway, alive....You take a fiddle now, we say it ...

...hell was a great fiery-hot music hall, he thought, where untuned instruments scraped and shrieked ...

Their silence comfortable. Something unfolding. But what? Not love, which wrenched and wounded. Not ...

We're all strange inside. We learn how to disguise our differences as we grow up.

Wonderful ... I was up all night reading it, laughing and crying out in horror...

It takes a year, nephew... a full turn of the calendar, to get over losing someone.

I play the fiddle....I'm not much to listen to yet, but we got no mice in our house.