“She went through her memory for the time, for the day, she and and her husband told him all about what he should and should not do. No goin out into them woods without Papa or me knowin about it.… — Edward P. Jones Copy Share Image
My mother worked in the white world, but I lived almost exclusively in a black world. I don't think I had ever seen a… — Edward P. Jones Copy Share
Those of us with this ancient compulsion to tell stories sometimes start with a single kernel of something. — Edward P. Jones Copy Share
In the summer of 1964, my sister and I went to South Ballston, Virginia, to stay with my aunt and her kids. They passed… — Edward P. Jones Copy Share
“You too heavy a man for me to carry...I done carried heavy men and I know how they can break your back. I ain’t… — Edward P. Jones Copy Share
“Without all that young stuff, Stamford, you will die a slave. And it will not be a pretty die.” — Edward P. Jones Copy Share
“She went through her memory for the time, for the day, she and and her husband told him all about what he should and… — Edward P. Jones Copy Share
“A man does not learn very well, Mr. Robbins. Women, yes, because they are used to bending with whatever wind comes along. A woman,… — Edward P. Jones Copy Share
From my apartment in Arlington, I could see Washington. It was always nice to be near home. — Edward P. Jones Copy Share
Until I can read a story physically, with the eyes, it doesn't seem to exist for me. — Edward P. Jones Copy Share
“God is in his heaven and he don't care most of the time. The trick of life is to know when God does care… — Edward P. Jones Copy Share
I'm fascinated by the awful, awful things that human beings do to each other. — Edward P. Jones Copy Share
Something happened during the 1980s - perhaps the political climate of that time - that caused me to ask how a people would become… — Edward P. Jones Copy Share
“When Augustus Townsend died in Georgia near the Florida line, he rose up above the barn where he had died, up above the trees… — Edward P. Jones Copy Share
I never like to put myself in the stories; in 'Lost in the City,' there are fourteen stories, and there's only one, 'The First… — Edward P. Jones Copy Share
