I write because something inner and unconscious forces me to. That is the first compulsion. The second is one of ethical and moral duty. I feel responsible to tell stories that inspire readers to consider more deeply who they are. — David Guterson Copy Share Image
How could they say that they truly loved each other? They had simply grown up together, been children together, and the proximity of it,… — David Guterson Copy Share Image
He decided then that he would love her forever no matter what came to pass. It was not so much a matter of deciding… — David Guterson Copy Share Image
It doesn't matter who you are, how many awards you've won, how popular you are, or how much critical acclaim you've had. — David Guterson Copy Share Image
accident ruled every corner of the universe except the chambers of the human heart. — David Guterson Copy Share Image
“Ben remembered that in Italy, he and Rachel had slipped down between rows of apple trees on the plain of the Po, deep into… — David Guterson Copy Share Image
“The color of the sky was like a length of white chalk turned on its side and rubbed into asphalt. Sanded--that was how the… — David Guterson Copy Share Image
To deny that there was this dark side of life would be like pretending that the cold of winter was somehow only a temporary… — David Guterson Copy Share Image
We should recognize that schools will never solve the bedrock problems of education because the problems are problems of families, of cultural pressures that… — David Guterson Copy Share Image
“It ate at whatever was warm nearby, and then the coldness settled in permanently. You learned to live with it” — David Guterson Copy Share Image
“The trick was to live here without hating yourself because all around you was hatred. The trick was to refuse to allow your pain… — David Guterson Copy Share Image
