Writing is a job, a craft, and you learn it by trying to write every day and by facing the page with humility and gall. And you have to love to read books, all kinds of books, good books. You… — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
These people you used to see every day, friends or acquaintances, after a while they become as distant as any stranger, people you suddenly recall late at night--you remember something they said or something silly that someone once did. For… — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
“Isn't that why you want to shoot yourself? To make a protest against change?” — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
“If he could not find beauty, nothing else would be worth finding.” — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
He thinks of that ocean house and wishes he were back in his former life or that one could take one moment and remain… — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
My wife's dying upstairs and I can't do anything about it. I look in her face and I see the memories there. I see… — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
Each thing I do, I rush through so I can do something else. In such a way do the days pass---a blend of stock… — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
“A work of art gives testimony to what it is to be a human being. It bears witness, it extracts meaning. A work of… — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
“It was not that she felt any allegiance to the truth. God knows she had cheated on too many men for the truth to… — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
I'm reading "The Sunset of a Splendid Century" by W.H. Lewis. He was C.S. Lewis's brother. He wrote two books about the French court… — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
“Each thing I do I rush through so I can do something else.. in such a way do the days pass.. I see all… — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
It was as if pain were a room he had entered and the door had been locked behind him. — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
