“What she was doing was, she was letting it be his idea. She was walking him along, holding his hand tightly enough to lead him, loosely enough for him to be unaware of it. She was an absolute natural. Or… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share Image
It is part of what makes America great. That tradition of the free press, and also the tradition of this highly competitive market for… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
Fiction has this special power. It has a power to clarify, to galvanize, to prophesy, and warn. — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
“every choice forecloses on other choices; each step forward leaves a thousand dead possible universes behind you.” — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
I think that one thing fiction can offer, and must offer, is a place where someone's mind and their imagination can come to rest… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
It is really something, the extent to which we allow ourselves to live without thinking of things that we know, in the abstract, are… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
That one lesson that African American communities have learned over the centuries in America is that you can't just take for granted that things… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
A pool of melancholy blooms in my chest and rushes into my body like deep-blue blood. — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
“The perseverance in this world, despite it all, of things done right. Carefully” — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
In terms of optimism, I am optimistic. I do think that, in the long term, that America will right itself. I have to think… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
“would strap you, hands and feet, to a machine, turn a wheel to make you talk. Or even not to, just to watch you… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
Here in America we have a man [Donald Trump] who is a master of a medium that is all about self-aggrandizement and/or cruelty to… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
We spend so much time, these days, on forms of literature that don't rise to be literature, and I'm speaking about Twitter posts and… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
“He books it into that little playground there. I mean the guy is zooming like the Road Runner, skidding through the gravel and the… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
“She was reserved and cold, as if having been stolen from her native village in a burlap sack and made to be servant and… — Ben H. Winters Copy Share
