The past was a bridge that looked solid and sturdy, but once you were on it, you saw that it extended only far enough to strand you, to suspend you between loss and longing with nowhere to go at all. — Bret Anthony Johnston Copy Share Image
The very act of committing an experience to the page is necessarily an act of reduction, and regardless of craft or skill, vision or… — Bret Anthony Johnston Copy Share Image
The past was a bridge that looked solid and sturdy, but once you were on it, you saw that it extended only far enough… — Bret Anthony Johnston Copy Share Image
Stories aren't about things. Stories are things. Stories aren't about actions. Stories are, unto themselves, actions. — Bret Anthony Johnston Copy Share Image
“EVERY WEDNESDAY, I teach an introductory fiction workshop at Harvard University, and on the first day of class I pass out a bullet-pointed list… — Bret Anthony Johnston Copy Share Image
“The strange and scattered pieces of ourselves we leave behind,” — Bret Anthony Johnston Copy Share Image
Like skateboarders, writers live by rejection; like writers, any skater worth his salt must have the single-minded tenacity of a wiener dog. — Bret Anthony Johnston Copy Share Image
“Really, once the worst happens, it’s always happening. It’s never not happening.” — Bret Anthony Johnston Copy Share Image
