“It's an attempted murder. It's a suicide, but you're attempting to make it seem like a murder.” — Ben H. Winters Copy Share Image
It is part of what makes America great. That tradition of the free press, and also the tradition of this highly competitive market for… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
Fiction has this special power. It has a power to clarify, to galvanize, to prophesy, and warn. — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
“every choice forecloses on other choices; each step forward leaves a thousand dead possible universes behind you.” — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
I think that one thing fiction can offer, and must offer, is a place where someone's mind and their imagination can come to rest… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
It is really something, the extent to which we allow ourselves to live without thinking of things that we know, in the abstract, are… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
That one lesson that African American communities have learned over the centuries in America is that you can't just take for granted that things… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
A pool of melancholy blooms in my chest and rushes into my body like deep-blue blood. — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
“The perseverance in this world, despite it all, of things done right. Carefully” — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
In terms of optimism, I am optimistic. I do think that, in the long term, that America will right itself. I have to think… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
“would strap you, hands and feet, to a machine, turn a wheel to make you talk. Or even not to, just to watch you… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
Here in America we have a man [Donald Trump] who is a master of a medium that is all about self-aggrandizement and/or cruelty to… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
We spend so much time, these days, on forms of literature that don't rise to be literature, and I'm speaking about Twitter posts and… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
“He books it into that little playground there. I mean the guy is zooming like the Road Runner, skidding through the gravel and the… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
“She was reserved and cold, as if having been stolen from her native village in a burlap sack and made to be servant and… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
