“Our father was a rumor, an echo, something only to be seen out of the corner of your eye. Our father was a woodsman, arms like tree limbs, beard as if born from bear, disappearing for days, for weeks, returning… — Richard Thomas Copy Share Image
“I was a ghost, a skeletal frame of bones and sweat, a distraction for a night, barely something to cling to in the dark,… — Richard Thomas Copy Share Image
I think that that is a wonderful format - you know, having individual stories over a period of weeks that are thematically connected in… — Richard Thomas Copy Share Image
I'm one of those weird people that tends to not do the extras and listen to the commentaries and stuff on movies, although I… — Richard Thomas Copy Share Image
“Sometimes they run. Those are the ones I find out in the dive bars, the sex clubs, the dark reflections in the night. They… — Richard Thomas Copy Share Image
“You know that part of your writing that you question, —that's weird and doesn't fit neatly into a genre or mold?Write more of that.… — Richard Thomas Copy Share Image
“In a city of almost three million people, a white van stands out about as much as a pigeon in a park. White vans… — Richard Thomas Copy Share Image
I loved being in the room with Mamet as a director - he is the most generous, funny, delightful person to work for every… — Richard Thomas Copy Share Image
“In the span of one hundred and forty seconds I have transformed once again. I spill out of the seat, and to the back… — Richard Thomas Copy Share Image
If people work together in an open way with porous boundaries - that is, if they listen to each other and really talk to… — Richard Thomas Copy Share Image
“Our father was a rumor, an echo, something only to be seen out of the corner of your eye. Our father was a woodsman,… — Richard Thomas Copy Share Image
“Because every time she looked at me, she saw him, our son, that generous boy, and it was another gut punch bending her over,… — Richard Thomas Copy Share Image
“I pull the door open and step inside, bracing myself for the heat and noise, but there is nothing here tonight. Just a few… — Richard Thomas Copy Share Image
