“The sisters were stuck in approximately chapter nine of the book of their lives. It was the chapter in which they discover themselves lost in the woods, and it’s dusk, and they can either turn back and retrace their steps… — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
Your field report might be the reason someone detoured six blocks, say, on their way to the chiropractor. — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
“They used to dream of steamer trunks and hounds with heirloom markings and lives that were both ever-changing and constant. Lives like forge fires.” — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
I'm a total ignoramus about the technical aspects but I have to say that it's awfully purty now. — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
“We tell each other stories to muffle the surprise of disappointment.” — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
Birth is a dream, spontaneous and innate. Death, on the other hand, is a slow, false, divine calamity. It is like love. — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
I'm pretending to be a vegetarian. Were I not, I believe I probably still wouldn't eat a wallaby. — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
I was thinking what I usually think about when I write: what the next word should be, whether my character should be an emu… — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
I'm hyper-aware of my last name and it's lack of Derby or Horowtiz-esque sonorousness. Moffett sounds like a type of couch cushion. I guess… — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
“The sisters were stuck in approximately chapter nine of the book of their lives. It was the chapter in which they discover themselves lost… — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
