“Would my head were a head of lettuce. I drove the last car over the Sagamore Bridge before the state police closed it off. The Cape Cod Canal all atempest beneath. No cars coming, no cars going. The bridge cables… — Peter Orner Copy Share Image
“The lake is always east. East is always the lake. Anywhere else he's ever been he never knows where he is.” — Peter Orner Copy Share Image
“For we are like olives: only when we are crushed do we yield what is best in us.” — Peter Orner Copy Share Image
Rarely is the pain of losing someone expressed with such directness, energy, and, yes, humor. The grief in Evan Kuhlman'sWolf Boyis palpable, and so… — Peter Orner Copy Share Image
I'm pretty tight - I rewrite, in some cases, 70 to 80 times before I show it to people. — Peter Orner Copy Share Image
I feel like there are too many words in the world, and I think silence is so much more powerful than the glut of… — Peter Orner Copy Share Image
I usually have a location and then I put the character there. I love place names. I think I'm tricking myself by being so… — Peter Orner Copy Share Image
People have to follow their own strangeness. The minute they start making their own vision of the world flattened out so everyone can read… — Peter Orner Copy Share Image
I revise and revise and revise. I'm not even sure "revise" is the right word. I work a story almost to death before it's… — Peter Orner Copy Share Image
“Considering the multitude of things that happen in any one person’s life, it seems fairly unlikely that those little boys remembered the incident for… — Peter Orner Copy Share Image
“Chicago does not go to the world, the world comes to Chicago! Who needs New York? Who has taller buildings than our tall buildings?… — Peter Orner Copy Share Image
