The business of writing a novel is a long, meandering road into the self, into the imagination. And it's a road the… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
'In Cold Blood' is not a thriller at all, really. It is, however, the first work of its kind: a true crime… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
Michael Koryta is that rare author who is at once a compelling story teller and a fantastic writer. From the first sentence… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
There's a village in my computer - friends, fans, readers, and colleagues. It's a populous, sometimes chaotic little burg always bustling with… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
I write for the same reason I read: to find out what's going to happen. — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
I'm a 'bound book' kind of girl. I have a Kindle, and I enjoy it for some things, like convenience or instant… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
I read 'Rebecca' when I was a teenager and was swept away by the powerful voice, the gut wrenching suspense and the… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“When they’re small, they’re part of you, on you in bed, showering with you, climbing onto your lap, holding on to your leg. Slowly,… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“We hate our parents for having their own lives, don’t we, for making decisions for themselves that don’t seem to take us into account.… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“Depression is not dramatic, but it is total. It’s sneaky - you almost don’t notice it at first. Like a cat burglar, it comes… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“...in the end it's not just the big and small events that make you who you are, make your life what it is, it's… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it. — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“We have more patience for girls who act like boys than boys who act like girls. A tomboy is considered cute. One day she’ll… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
Writers are first and foremost observers. We lose ourselves in the watching and then the telling of the world we find. Often we feel… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
It was a strange lightness, a drifting feeling. Zero gravity. I understood that everything that once seemed solid and immovable might just float away.… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
Of course, like all organic processes, there is an ebb and a flow to writing. One does not exist without the other. The writer… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
When you start to really know someone, all his physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
