The first draft is all about freedom, and if loyalty is in question, it is only my loyalty to the characters and situations on the page. All the worries about where the material may have sprung from or what so-and-so… — Jill McCorkle Copy Share Image
“She tried to teach her children to be positive--to dream but to also do it with their feet on the ground. If you let… — Jill McCorkle Copy Share Image
I feel very protective in the first draft, when all the pieces are coming together. I work in a way that is not linear… — Jill McCorkle Copy Share Image
I thought that we were all like trees, flexible youths, saplings, who grow up heavy and stiff, spread seeds and get chopped down and… — Jill McCorkle Copy Share Image
“We used to all come outside when the streetlights came on and prowl the neighborhood in a pack, a herd of kids on banana-seat… — Jill McCorkle Copy Share Image
“...he was convinced that if he claimed all the parts he really loved he would be able to make peace with everything else.” — Jill McCorkle Copy Share Image
For me, a happy ending is not everything works out just right and there is a big bow, it's more coming to a place… — Jill McCorkle Copy Share Image
“When she doesn’t want to think about something sad or hurtful, she does what she instructed her own children and those she taught to… — Jill McCorkle Copy Share Image
The silver friend knows your present and the gold friend knows all of your past dirt and glories. Once in a blue moon there… — Jill McCorkle Copy Share Image
“It was 1965 and life seemed easier. Her parents were alive and so was her brother, her bones were hard and strong and her… — Jill McCorkle Copy Share Image
The first draft is all about freedom, and if loyalty is in question, it is only my loyalty to the characters and situations on… — Jill McCorkle Copy Share Image
My joy as a writer is circling around and around and down and down to find out who the real person is. — Jill McCorkle Copy Share Image
I was with my dad 20 years ago as he was dying. I was there at the moment of his death, and I kept… — Jill McCorkle Copy Share Image
