“Mama only snorted. A terse, ironic half laugh, the kind of angry chortle that powered Mama through her daily drudgery, as if it were the exhaust from an internal engine that runs on pure sass.” — Stefan Merrill Block Copy Share Image
I don't write because I think I have anything particularly interesting to say. I write because I love writing more than any other work… — Stefan Merrill Block Copy Share Image
“...that the basic transaction of life itself was a sad, endless amalgam of public endurance and private indulgence.” — Stefan Merrill Block Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, the world suddenly seemed equal to what I required of it. But, otherwise, I was under the world, a cockroach-man scuttling beneath stones… — Stefan Merrill Block Copy Share Image
“Frederick knows better than to believe, as his wife sometimes claims to, that all things happen for a reason. Things happen; it is up… — Stefan Merrill Block Copy Share Image
I think that I write much more naturally about characters in solitude than characters interacting with others. My natural inclination - and one that… — Stefan Merrill Block Copy Share Image
“No one seems to be trying hard enough to do anything... What if we made them all chronically dissatisfied?” — Stefan Merrill Block Copy Share Image
“But the actual object, that bundle of papers, is a telltale heart. She buried it long ago, and still it thumps its maddening beat.” — Stefan Merrill Block Copy Share Image
“Mama only snorted. A terse, ironic half laugh, the kind of angry chortle that powered Mama through her daily drudgery, as if it were… — Stefan Merrill Block Copy Share Image
“There weren't words for it. It was like trying to photograph a sunset or telling the story of a dream dreamt, a private intensity,… — Stefan Merrill Block Copy Share Image
Before I published my first book, I worked for a while as a documentary and wedding/bar mitzvah videographer, and a part of me still… — Stefan Merrill Block Copy Share Image
