“In little pockets of conversation, old men were telling stories of ancient floods. Women were talking of about how much rain there'd been in other towns -- Paragould, Lepanto, and Manila.” — John Grisham Copy Share Image
“Look at me," he said, glancing down at his legs. "A wretched old man in a red monkey suit. A convicted murderer about to be gassed like an animal. And look at you. A fine young man with a beautiful… — John Grisham Copy Share Image
“Do you read them? Faulkner, Hemingway, Fitzgerald?" "Only if I have to. I try to avoid old dead white men.” — John Grisham Copy Share Image
“Cuando duermes, engañas al sistema. El tiempo del sueño te pertenece a ti y no al Estado.” — John Grisham Copy Share Image
“The Senator did not know who owned the jet, nor had he ever met Mr. Trudeau, which in most cultures would seem odd since… — John Grisham Copy Share Image
“What kind of name is Siler-Spence? I mean, what's wrong with these women who use hyphens? What if her name was Skowinski and she… — John Grisham Copy Share Image
“In that case, the truck driver took the stand, swore to tell the truth, then lied for three hours. He said Gretchen crossed the… — John Grisham Copy Share Image
Quite often I can be in a bookshop, standing beneath a great big picture of myself and paying for a book with a credit… — John Grisham Copy Share Image
In my case, once you sell a lot of books and you are labeled a bestselling author, the serious critics are never gonna say… — John Grisham Copy Share Image
Twenty years on, the books are still fun to write and I've still got lots of stories I want to tell, mainly about social… — John Grisham Copy Share Image
