I've never been comfortable with the idea of using family and friends in stories. Which is why it takes me longer than something else. Because you make them up out of nothing. Doing that is harder. — Edward P. Jones Copy Share Image
My mother worked in the white world, but I lived almost exclusively in a black world. I don't think I had ever seen a… — Edward P. Jones Copy Share Image
Those of us with this ancient compulsion to tell stories sometimes start with a single kernel of something. — Edward P. Jones Copy Share Image
In the summer of 1964, my sister and I went to South Ballston, Virginia, to stay with my aunt and her kids. They passed… — Edward P. Jones Copy Share Image
“You too heavy a man for me to carry...I done carried heavy men and I know how they can break your back. I ain’t… — Edward P. Jones Copy Share Image
“Without all that young stuff, Stamford, you will die a slave. And it will not be a pretty die.” — Edward P. Jones Copy Share Image
“She went through her memory for the time, for the day, she and and her husband told him all about what he should and… — Edward P. Jones Copy Share Image
“A man does not learn very well, Mr. Robbins. Women, yes, because they are used to bending with whatever wind comes along. A woman,… — Edward P. Jones Copy Share Image
From my apartment in Arlington, I could see Washington. It was always nice to be near home. — Edward P. Jones Copy Share Image
Until I can read a story physically, with the eyes, it doesn't seem to exist for me. — Edward P. Jones Copy Share Image
“God is in his heaven and he don't care most of the time. The trick of life is to know when God does care… — Edward P. Jones Copy Share Image
I'm fascinated by the awful, awful things that human beings do to each other. — Edward P. Jones Copy Share Image
