We'd do better to follow the admonition of Jesus about loving our neighbours. People in the U.S. are capable of forgiveness and… — Kent Haruf Copy Share Image
Writers who aren't from rural states in the Midwest or the West often treat such people as if they were the Waltons… — Kent Haruf Copy Share Image
That was on a night in August. Dad Lewis died early that morning and the young girl Alice from next door got… — Kent Haruf Copy Share Image
This country's crazy in terms of fame and what people think it means. They expect a writer to be something between a… — Kent Haruf Copy Share Image
I began writing seriously in my mid-20s and didn't publish my first book until I was 41. — Kent Haruf Copy Share Image
“quit trying to fix things and we settled into our long polite and quiet life.” — Kent Haruf Copy Share Image
“You understand? If you can read you can cook. You can always feed yourselves. You remember that.” — Kent Haruf Copy Share Image
I enjoy bluegrass, folk, gospel, and classical. I don't listen to music when I write. I sometimes listen to music just before I sit… — Kent Haruf Copy Share Image
We'd do better to follow the admonition of Jesus about loving our neighbours. People in the U.S. are capable of forgiveness and willing to… — Kent Haruf Copy Share Image
Writers who aren't from rural states in the Midwest or the West often treat such people as if they were the Waltons or the… — Kent Haruf Copy Share Image
My desire is to be anonymous, isolated, quiet, peaceful, and concentrated. — Kent Haruf Copy Share Image
“Alene looked out toward the fading sky. There was only a little light remaining. It would turn nighttime now and soon they would return… — Kent Haruf Copy Share Image
“And so we know the satisfaction of hate. We know the sweet joy of revenge. How it feels good to get even. Oh, that… — Kent Haruf Copy Share Image
In terms of showing their emotions and acting on them, my women characters are a lot more advanced than the men. — Kent Haruf Copy Share Image
That was on a night in August. Dad Lewis died early that morning and the young girl Alice from next door got lost in… — Kent Haruf Copy Share Image
