None of my English teachers in college were praising me or telling me I was anything special. But then in creative writing… — John Brandon Copy Share Image
“I'm not a gentleman,' Toby said. 'I don't think I've ever even seen a gentleman.” — John Brandon Copy Share Image
“[he] had learned how to force his mood, to keep himself in the middle ground, neither manic nor hopeless. He seemed a bit lighter… — John Brandon Copy Share Image
It didn't occur to me that I could be a writer until college. I saw all these people around me training to be doctors,… — John Brandon Copy Share Image
“He planned for his son or daughter to have three or four toys, minimal sports equipment, and a thousand books. He didn't care for… — John Brandon Copy Share Image
“Mr. Hibna had been misguided in trying to take the drastic alteration of his life into his own hands. As usual, the world was… — John Brandon Copy Share Image
I don't think about the reader in any conscious way that impacts the writing, as far as, Hey, most readers would like this! But… — John Brandon Copy Share Image
I was playing sports all the time, growing up. And then, somewhere around 10th or 11th grade, I kind of lost interest in that… — John Brandon Copy Share Image
I had an idea to write something set back around the Civil War era, but I was just way too ignorant to think I… — John Brandon Copy Share Image
“Why do people keep doing stuff?" he said, talking to himself it seemed. Swin hesitated. "Wiping counters down and taking pictures. Cheating. Defending things."… — John Brandon Copy Share Image
I know people who are really talented at writing, and they just don't ever make it happen because they're also good at other things. — John Brandon Copy Share Image
“Mr Hibma was sick of skinny, smelly, hormone-dazed kids staring at him and lying to him and asking him questions. He was sick of… — John Brandon Copy Share Image
