Short fiction is the medium I love the most, because it requires that I bring everything I've learned about poetry - the… — Ron Rash Copy Share Image
I usually do at least a dozen drafts and progressively make more-conscious decisions. Because I've always believed stories are closer to poems… — Ron Rash Copy Share Image
I think writing a poem is like being a greyhound. Writing a novel is like being a mule. You go up one… — Ron Rash Copy Share Image
I think I had a particular moment when I was 15 years old. I read 'Crime and Punishment,' and that book just,… — Ron Rash Copy Share Image
One of my goals is to allow readers to see my characters and the world they inhabit as vividly as possible. — Ron Rash Copy Share Image
Intensely moving but never sentimental, Academy Street is a profound meditation on what Faulkner called 'the human heart in conflict with itself'.… — Ron Rash Copy Share Image
John Lane has long been recognized as one of the South's finest poets and memoirists. This debut establishes him as one of our finest… — Ron Rash Copy Share Image
“Maybe calling it being hitched ain’t the prettiest way to say you’re married, but it’s the truth to my mind and true in a… — Ron Rash Copy Share Image
Short fiction is the medium I love the most, because it requires that I bring everything I've learned about poetry - the concision, the… — Ron Rash Copy Share Image
“Dead and still in the world was worse than dead and in the ground. Dead in the ground at least gave you the hope… — Ron Rash Copy Share Image
“The song was wistful as the ballads Slidell and the Clayton brothers played, except words weren't needed to feel the yearning. That made the… — Ron Rash Copy Share Image
“What does eminent domain mean?” Stewart asked. “It means you’re shit out of luck,” Ross said.” — Ron Rash Copy Share Image
Steve Yarbrough is a writer of many gifts, but what makes Safe from the Neighbors such a magnificent achievement is its moral complexity. .… — Ron Rash Copy Share Image
“The lift of her heart she'd felt on the outcrop she now felt again, and it wasn't just love. She'd felt love before, known… — Ron Rash Copy Share Image
“Rachel kneeled beside Jacob. She took the child's hand and pressed it to the dirt. Her father had told Rachel that Harmons had been… — Ron Rash Copy Share Image
