“For the rest of the day, her weight echoed in my empty hands, light but dense, her throes and kicks.” — Nic Pizzolatto Copy Share Image
“For the rest of the day, her weight echoed in my empty hands, light but dense, her throes and kicks.” — Nic Pizzolatto Copy Share
The idea of being a show runner was very attractive to me, to create and control something. — Nic Pizzolatto Copy Share
“She reminded me of the empty glass of a swallowed cocktail, and at the heart of the empty glass was a smashed lime rind… — Nic Pizzolatto Copy Share
I left the University of Chicago's creative writing program for a tenure-track job at DePauw University in Indiana, then left DePauw in 2010 for… — Nic Pizzolatto Copy Share
Art was always for me an escape and a way to relate to the world around me. — Nic Pizzolatto Copy Share
In the summer of 2010, I had decided to get into film and TV writing, so I wrote scripts for six different ideas I… — Nic Pizzolatto Copy Share
“She sipped her drink and the ends of her lips curled, stamped two dimples on her cheeks, and in her smile flashed the danger… — Nic Pizzolatto Copy Share
“So I was wrong when I told Rocky you could choose what you feel. It's not true. It's not even true that you can… — Nic Pizzolatto Copy Share
“Some people. Something happens to them. Usually when they're young. And they never get any better.” — Nic Pizzolatto Copy Share
There's never been anything I didn't love that I didn't connect with on a personal level because, to some degree, I projected upon it. — Nic Pizzolatto Copy Share
“How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. —William Faulkner” — Nic Pizzolatto Copy Share
I've found that all weak people share a basic obsession - they fixate on the idea of satisfaction. Anywhere you go men and women… — Nic Pizzolatto Copy Share
“Now and then she looked harassed by her own potential, like certain young people, and you might notice then the way a stillness spread… — Nic Pizzolatto Copy Share
“You’re here because it’s somewhere. Dogs pant in the streets. Beer won’t stay cold. The last new song you liked came out a long,… — Nic Pizzolatto Copy Share
