“When Carleton was three months old, Henry had realized that they’d misunderstood something. Babies weren’t babies—they were land mines; bear traps; wasp nests. They were a noise, which was sometimes even not a noise, but merely a listening for a… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
I spend a lot of time loathing the sentences that I put down on the page. Once I'm past that phase, it doesn't really… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
In terms of style, too, I think I've been working with a somewhat limited -- although intentionally limited -- set of tools. So I'm… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
I didn't do anything as active as deciding that I wanted to be a writer. For one thing, I didn't feel like I was… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
“When his writing is going well, Gordon Strangle Mars likes to wake up at 6 a.m. and go out driving. He works out new… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
It's very unlikely that a writer is going to make a living by writing. So then the question is: how do you balance work,… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
Most of the things that I remember from childhood wouldn't make a particularly good story: rescuing worms during rainstorms, our schnauzer attacking a wheel… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
The beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed and given to evil habits, or else it can be a man in his late forties who works… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
“Tell me which you could sooner do without, love or water.” “What do you mean?” “I mean, could you live without love, or could… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
You were going to travel for love, without shoes, or cloak, or common sense. This is one of the things a woman can do… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
A vampire is a flexible metaphor. You know, death, sex, change, stagnation, loss of self, loss of agency, having to keep one's real self… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
“If you were to say a witch's chess set instead of a witch's family , there would be some truth in that. Perhaps this… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
“Hildy has resigned herself to this, that life is a series of sudden disappearences, leavetakings without the proper good-byes. Someday she too might vanish.… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
