We are born haunted, he said, his voice weak, but still clear. Haunted by our fathers and mothers and daughters, and by people we don't remember. We are haunted by otherness, by the path not taken, by the life unlived.… — Jonathan Evison Copy Share Image
If I walk into a place, a party, say, and there's a bookshelf, I immediately gravitate toward it. Unless there's a bar. But even… — Jonathan Evison Copy Share Image
I usually write in my underwear, with a space heater running full blast, and three dogs sleeping at me feet. — Jonathan Evison Copy Share Image
I know I've lost my mind. But I'm not concerned, because it's the first thing I've lost in a long time that actually feels… — Jonathan Evison Copy Share Image
“A man’s destiny is not in the eyes of others. It’s in his own. And that, my young friend, is as good as any… — Jonathan Evison Copy Share Image
“... when it seemed at every turn that the winds of fate had blown our lives afoul, financially, emotionally, or idealistically. Look at all… — Jonathan Evison Copy Share Image
“He didn't look back, the cold-blooded little prick. That's when I realized what I should have realized years ago: that there were people in… — Jonathan Evison Copy Share Image
Reading is, at its best, not an escape; it is genuine experience. A novel is not a monologue, but a conversation, a collaboration between… — Jonathan Evison Copy Share Image
My neediness is not a hole to be filled but something beneath the skin scratching to get out. — Jonathan Evison Copy Share Image
You have to find hope. Hope is such a shape shifter. You tend to look in the rearview mirror for hope, but when its… — Jonathan Evison Copy Share Image
