You know how it is to want something. Desire builds like a little house in your head and it sits there, half-constructed in your mind. Women who want children are this way. Artists are this way about pictures. It doesn't… — Deb Olin Unferth Copy Share Image
Humans, we just hop out of things, off things. We splatter ourselves in inappropriate places. Because we have nothing to live for. Because we… — Deb Olin Unferth Copy Share Image
I decided I like that mode. It's how I think - it's my voice. I like being funny and sad at the same time,… — Deb Olin Unferth Copy Share Image
“If you think about it, everyone is behind someone and in front of someone. The nature of the sphere, right? No one gets left… — Deb Olin Unferth Copy Share Image
It takes bravery to care for someone — no matter who he is or what made him, whether he is weak or walking or… — Deb Olin Unferth Copy Share Image
You know how it is to want something. Desire builds like a little house in your head and it sits there, half-constructed in your… — Deb Olin Unferth Copy Share Image
I want to be funny. When I first started writing, I didn't find my stories funny, but people kept saying they were. It kind… — Deb Olin Unferth Copy Share Image
“People are fakers--that's all we do. Can you think of anything you do that's not done for the precise reason of pretending to be… — Deb Olin Unferth Copy Share Image
Howard's enchanting Hospice obeys its own magical inner logic with excellent prose and a sadness that will split open hearts. You have in your… — Deb Olin Unferth Copy Share Image
“His rage was a saw, going back and forth, cutting through arteries, hers.” — Deb Olin Unferth Copy Share Image
