“God what an outfield,' he says. 'What a left field.' He looks up at me, and I look down at him. 'This must be heaven,' he says. 'No. It's Iowa,' I reply automatically. But then I feel the night rubbing… — W.P. Kinsella Copy Share Image
“I am more than a little jealous that the wonder I am party to has been sprinkled over Salinger's gray head.” — W.P. Kinsella Copy Share Image
“Writers are magicians. They write down words, and, if they’re good, you believe that what they write is real, just as you believe a… — W.P. Kinsella Copy Share Image
“If I had my life to live over again, I’d take more chances. I’d want more passion in my life. Less fear and more… — W.P. Kinsella Copy Share Image
“I live. I write. I watch old movies. I read. I watch the sunset. I watch the moon rise.” — W.P. Kinsella Copy Share Image
“You have to make time, even for something as universal as staring at the stars.” — W.P. Kinsella Copy Share Image
“God what an outfield,' he says. 'What a left field.' He looks up at me, and I look down at him. 'This must be… — W.P. Kinsella Copy Share Image
“Your work has been described as touching the soul of the reader. That's the way I felt. Feel. Honestly. You've touched my soul. I'm… — W.P. Kinsella Copy Share Image
“Once you’ve been touched by the land, the wind never blows so cold again, because your love files the edges off it.” — W.P. Kinsella Copy Share Image
“I have to absorb the new season like sunlight, letting it turn my winter skin pink and then brown. I must stuff myself with… — W.P. Kinsella Copy Share Image
