One of the nice things about 'The New Yorker' is they let you write stories that sometimes end up almost half a… — David Grann Copy Share Image
Books were a huge part of my childhood growing up. We would go on vacation, and my mom was always carting manuscripts… — David Grann Copy Share Image
I don't cry too often reading books, but I did reading Francisco Goldman's autobiographical novel, 'Say Her Name.' — David Grann Copy Share Image
I wish a book could reach as many people as film, but we have to be realistic about it. — David Grann Copy Share Image
“To believe that the Osages survived intact from their ordeal is a delusion of the mind. What has been possible to salvage has been… — David Grann Copy Share Image
“Over the next two decades, the Osage were forced to cede nearly a hundred million acres of their ancestral land, ultimately finding refuge in… — David Grann Copy Share Image
“Only in the mid-nineteenth century, after the growth of industrial cities and a rash of urban riots—after dread of the so-called dangerous classes surpassed… — David Grann Copy Share Image
“Emmett White became a firm, even unyielding, sheriff. Still, he showed remarkable consideration toward the people in his custody and insisted on making arrests… — David Grann Copy Share Image
My mother doesn't need much sleep. At any hour of the night, you'd wake up, and she'd be reading. She'd read five, six books… — David Grann Copy Share Image
The way we live history is not the way historians tell history. Our lives are messy and chaotic and bewildering. — David Grann Copy Share Image
“Fawcett, who had always found refuge in the natural world, no longer recognized the wilderness of bombed-out villages, denuded trees, craters, and sunbaked skeletons.… — David Grann Copy Share Image
“Does God think that, because it is raining, I am not going to destroy the world? - Lope de Aguirre after going mad in… — David Grann Copy Share Image
“In 1804, a delegation of Osage chiefs met with Jefferson at the White House. He told the navy secretary that the Osage, whose warriors… — David Grann Copy Share Image
“Instead, the terrain looked like Nebraska—perpetual plains that faded into the horizon. When I asked Taukane where the forest was, he said, simply, “Gone.” — David Grann Copy Share Image
