I was 12. Our ,teacher made us write an autobiography and I realised that I wasn't very interesting. I began to make things up, and that's when I thought maybe I was a writer, or at least a fiction writer. — John Burnham Schwartz Copy Share Image
There's no backward and no forward, no day other than this. You fill your cart as you go, and that's that. — John Burnham Schwartz Copy Share
Beyond the terrace, a light breeze stirred the reeds at the edge of the pond. Looking out at this intimate vista, one could see… — John Burnham Schwartz Copy Share
Men had suddenly become a scarce commodity, if not quite as sought after as rice. — John Burnham Schwartz Copy Share
“Inaction is not the same thing as patience. It is instead a kind of perpetual waiting room, a sterile holding pen for unlived desire,… — John Burnham Schwartz Copy Share
Certain experiences you never forget, no matter how old you become. — John Burnham Schwartz Copy Share
For a couple of years at the end of the 1970s, Dustin Hoffman was a fixture in our family. My father was his lawyer… — John Burnham Schwartz Copy Share
I have long admired the visceral storytelling and moral complexity of John Vaillant’s brilliant non-fiction about humankind’s tragically ambivalent relationship with the natural world.… — John Burnham Schwartz Copy Share
“Why? What had she ever done? What had any of them ever done? To give a child only to take him away. To make… — John Burnham Schwartz Copy Share
Anyone who loved Tuesdays with Morrie should delight in reading The Five People You Meet in Heaven. Mitch Albom has populated his larger-than-life tale… — John Burnham Schwartz Copy Share
It is one thing to recognise certain potentially useful affinities, and another to act on them. — John Burnham Schwartz Copy Share
In Japan, more than in any other country I've ever been in, one is not supposed to write about the people in the glass… — John Burnham Schwartz Copy Share
The difference between great actors and the rest of us isn't simply that they know how to make more out of less, but that,… — John Burnham Schwartz Copy Share
“I sat thinking. How it was she who'd mentioned love first. How she seemed to be waiting, the door still between us, for me… — John Burnham Schwartz Copy Share
Had I not gone to Japan in 1986, had I stayed home and majored in English literature as I'd intended to do, I might… — John Burnham Schwartz Copy Share
“She was Mattie Tucker now, mother of three and a good forty pounds heavier, casting that burning eye over them all, reaching way back… — John Burnham Schwartz Copy Share
