I've always assumed it to be an absolute requirement for being a writer: to find all emotions and the sources of all behaviors somewhere within yourself. — Luc Sante Copy Share Image
Redheaded Peckerwood, which unerringly walks the fine line between fiction and nonfiction, is a disturbingly beautiful narrative about unfathomable violence and its place on the land — Luc Sante Copy Share Image
All I know about 1970s New York City is that it's where I grew up, and you always have an umbilical connection to the… — Luc Sante Copy Share Image
Many writers and artists portrayed the poor sympathetically, and even fought on their behalf, but they themselves were not of that class. Gay life… — Luc Sante Copy Share Image
My method is the magpie's: I look for shiny things. That is, I look for concrete material details of daily life, and I look… — Luc Sante Copy Share Image
Neoliberalism seems to ramp up every day, making it ever more difficult for anyone but corporations to own and run things and define the… — Luc Sante Copy Share Image
When I was a child I did engage in an arduous struggle to pass: learning English, getting rid of my accent, becoming conversant with… — Luc Sante Copy Share Image
The con is a kind of jiu-jitsu that turns the sucker's own greed into its principal weapon. The greedier you are the more likely… — Luc Sante Copy Share Image
The US remains an object of fascination for me, and the subject of much study, but while many of my friends etc. are American… — Luc Sante Copy Share Image
I try to take pictures on their own terms, considering the historical and social context from which they emerge. — Luc Sante Copy Share Image
I've always assumed it to be an absolute requirement for being a writer: to find all emotions and the sources of all behaviors somewhere… — Luc Sante Copy Share Image
Self-reinvention is an essential trope of the American project, closely linked to another such trope: going on the lam. Both are regularly featured in… — Luc Sante Copy Share Image
I confess I prefer to engage with pictures which I've chosen myself out of the welter of unidentified pictures, without the intrusion of too… — Luc Sante Copy Share Image
Call yourself "Colonel" and declare that your fortune was left to you by Dutch burghers from the seventeenth century. Now you're a solid citizen,… — Luc Sante Copy Share Image
I thought of New York as a free city, like one of those prewar nests of intrigue and licentiousness where exiles and lamsters and… — Luc Sante Copy Share Image
Paris had more sex than most church-laden places, and more church than most sex-laden places. Parisians crowed about Travail-Famille-Patrie while frequenting brothels. They enjoyed… — Luc Sante Copy Share Image
