Can we really be whoever we want to be, now that we’ve collected all that we are? — Jonathan Evison Copy Share Image
If I walk into a place, a party, say, and there's a bookshelf, I immediately gravitate toward it. Unless there's a bar. But even… — Jonathan Evison Copy Share
I usually write in my underwear, with a space heater running full blast, and three dogs sleeping at me feet. — Jonathan Evison Copy Share
I know I've lost my mind. But I'm not concerned, because it's the first thing I've lost in a long time that actually feels… — Jonathan Evison Copy Share
“A man’s destiny is not in the eyes of others. It’s in his own. And that, my young friend, is as good as any… — Jonathan Evison Copy Share
“... when it seemed at every turn that the winds of fate had blown our lives afoul, financially, emotionally, or idealistically. Look at all… — Jonathan Evison Copy Share
“He didn't look back, the cold-blooded little prick. That's when I realized what I should have realized years ago: that there were people in… — Jonathan Evison Copy Share
Reading is, at its best, not an escape; it is genuine experience. A novel is not a monologue, but a conversation, a collaboration between… — Jonathan Evison Copy Share
My neediness is not a hole to be filled but something beneath the skin scratching to get out. — Jonathan Evison Copy Share
You have to find hope. Hope is such a shape shifter. You tend to look in the rearview mirror for hope, but when its… — Jonathan Evison Copy Share
“I've been thinking about the cruel mathematics of my life, looking at my sums & wishing I'd shown my work.” — Jonathan Evison Copy Share
Most everything that happens to me in any significant sense finds its way into my fiction. — Jonathan Evison Copy Share
“I've been thinking about all the things I might have done differently. All the choices I didn't make. All the decisions that made and… — Jonathan Evison Copy Share
