“His arm came tentatively across her side to hug her breasts and she sighed so long and deeply and with such intense relief that when the sigh in fact ended she was still tucked under the lovely arching bridge of… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
“It almost felt like too much, just by the sad weight of its being so little.” — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
With iron and blood, it seems, and from the rich depths of the earth, John Griswold has fashioned a classic American novel, its dignified… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
The illusion of control has to be there, but mostly I'm following characters and the consequences of their own decisions, because a lot of… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
You decide which characters you want and then do the best you can to bring their humanity to the forefront in the context that… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
The biggest challenge in the research process is to let go, to stop, to say enough, and then to reduce all of that beloved… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
When you meet powerful men or just read about them in the newspapers, you see that they don't have a sense of boundaries. — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
I'm asked all the time, 'Doesn't it feel great to finish the novel?' And the answer to that is, 'No.' It's sort of a… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
The stories are there first, and they come from my experiences wandering around in the world. They will resonate into bigger things, forces sweeping… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
“I want you so much, he said with such heart-tugging sincerity that to be fair, a translation from Turkish to English would have to… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
Trying to get the sentences right and the structure of the narration right is about as big a job as I can handle. But… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
For any artistic person who creates imaginary people, the art is like inhabiting the life and mind of a seven-year-old child with imaginary friends… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
“It is no secret that souls sometimes die in a person and are replaced by others. —Fernando Pessoa” — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
