“An Elegy, Years After Sarah” So her ceiling a map of stars. First time we made love late afternoon late winter, and after she slept how her room fogged up with dusk and paper stars she’d stuck up there in… — 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
