“I DON'T WANT to talk about me, of course, but it seems as though far too much attention has been lavished on you lately-that your greed and vanities and quest for self-fulfillment have been catered to far too much. You… — Joy Williams Copy Share Image
You don't believe in Nature anymore. It's too isolated from you. You've abstracted it. It's so messy and damaged and sad. Your eyes glaze as you travel life's highway past all the crushed animals and the Big Gulp cups. — Joy Williams Copy Share Image
“We are saved not because we are worthy. We are saved because we are loved.” — Joy Williams Copy Share Image
There is a certain type of conversation one hears only when one is drunk and it is like a dream, full of humor and… — Joy Williams Copy Share Image
A side benefit of the new and developing technologies is that soon we won't have to feel guilty about the suffering and denigration of… — Joy Williams Copy Share Image
Good writing never soothes or comforts. It is no prescription, neither is it diversionary, although it can and should enchant while it explodes in… — Joy Williams Copy Share Image
Writers end up writing stories-or rather, stories' shadows-and they're grateful if they can, but it is not enough. Nothing the writer can do is… — Joy Williams Copy Share Image
You have never seen such animals as these who without a sound or a sign carry you off. You race with them across the… — Joy Williams Copy Share Image
“Our treatment of animals and our attitude toward them are crucial not only to any pretensions we have to ethical behavior but the humankind's… — Joy Williams Copy Share Image
“For centuries poets, some poets, have tried to give a voice to the animals, and readers, some readers, have felt empathy and sorrow. If… — Joy Williams Copy Share Image
The writer trusts nothing she writes-it should be too reckless and alive for that, it should be beautiful and menacing and slightly out of… — Joy Williams Copy Share Image
“Down in the kitchen, I open the refrigerator. There is nothing there but the prize steer of the county fair, rearranged in neat and… — Joy Williams Copy Share Image
Writers are like eremites or anchorites - natural-born eremites or anchorites - who seem puzzled as to why they went up the pole or… — Joy Williams Copy Share Image
