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 see one another's point of view, but when matters become politicised, we're less able to do… — 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 was a nice idea Jesus had. That was a pretty notion, but you can't love people who do evil. It's neither sensible or practical. It's not wise to the world to love people who do such… — Kent Haruf Copy Share
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 the evening and then found her way home in the dark by the streetlights of town and so returned to the people who loved her. And in the fall the days turned cold and the leaves… — Kent Haruf Copy Share
