“This newfangled country is starting to grow on me, the adult despair of it all. Stuff I can relate to: lost loves, lost houses, lost dogs.” — 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
