“My own kind. I'm not sure there's a name for us. I suspect we're born this way: our hearts screwed in tight, already a little broken. We hate sentimentality and yet we're deeply sentimental. Low-grade Romantics. Tough but susceptible. Afflicted… — Steve Almond Copy Share Image
At the end of night, before you close your eyes, be content with what you've done and be proud of who you are. — Steve Almond Copy Share
The single biggest reason I got my stories taken in various literary magazines - and I want to stress this - is because I… — Steve Almond Copy Share
I do think, as crazy as it sounds, that sports is an addiction and that it should be accorded some of the same supports… — Steve Almond Copy Share
“Music has become more pervasive and portable than ever. But it feels less previous in the bargain. I don't want to confuse artistic and… — Steve Almond Copy Share
“This is what songs do, even dumb pop songs: they remind us that emotions are not an inconvenient and vaguely embarrassing aspect of the… — Steve Almond Copy Share
A lot of what I'm having to do to get myself weaned from football is really limit what media I allow myself to consume.… — Steve Almond Copy Share
People in long-term, monogamous relationships are crushed by the expectation that a partner is going to provide everything they are looking for and wondering… — Steve Almond Copy Share
Much as I love stories, I think I'll only be satisfied with myself as a writer if I'm able to produce a novel that… — Steve Almond Copy Share
But the real life of a writer resides in showing up at the keyboard every day, with the necessary patience and mercy, and making… — Steve Almond Copy Share
Why are people so fascinated by how to eat Valomilks?’ She said, ‘Well, Dad, they’re round and they’re messy. But that’s what makes them… — Steve Almond Copy Share
“The connection being that in my head all language began in song and that the best stories inevitably reutrn to song, to a state… — Steve Almond Copy Share
“This was one of those mid-thirties moments when you take a look at the stale, half-chewed bagel your life has become and kiss jealousy… — Steve Almond Copy Share
“My own kind. I'm not sure there's a name for us. I suspect we're born this way: our hearts screwed in tight, already a… — Steve Almond Copy Share
