“An Elegy, Years After Sarah” So her ceiling a map of stars. First time we made love late afternoon late winter, and… — Steven Heighton Copy Share Image
Interest is never enough. If it doesn't haunt you, you'll never write it well. What haunts and obsesses you may, with luck and labour,… — Steven Heighton Copy Share Image
I'm supportive of practical nationalism, like the kind we need in Canada to avoid being absorbed into a much larger country. The kind of… — Steven Heighton Copy Share Image
Interest is never enough. If it doesn't haunt you, you'll never write it well. What haunts and obsesses you may, with luck and labour,… — Steven Heighton Copy Share Image
Lyrical poets have to be in touch with visceral experience. I've always tried to avoid virtual experiences. That's emerging in my fiction. — Steven Heighton Copy Share Image
The idiot willingness to choose sides is what feeds the abattoir of history. — Steven Heighton Copy Share Image
To listen to critics, pro or con, and take their words to heart is to subcontract your self-esteem to strangers. (from Workbook) — Steven Heighton Copy Share Image
“An Elegy, Years After Sarah” So her ceiling a map of stars. First time we made love late afternoon late winter, and after she… — Steven Heighton Copy Share Image
I used to be more of a purist about literature. I thought, 'If it's a really propulsive story, then maybe there's something unliterary about… — Steven Heighton Copy Share Image
“Love . . . requires that you learn to read the lover in her own language, not translate her into yours.” — Steven Heighton Copy Share Image
I've been a traveller, but I don't travel so much now. I'm trying to do it vicariously through my writing. I'm trying to write… — Steven Heighton Copy Share Image
