I was thinking what I usually think about when I write: what the next word should be, whether my character should be an emu farmer or a wallaby farmer, the searing pain in my right temple. — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
Your field report might be the reason someone detoured six blocks, say, on their way to the chiropractor. — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
“They used to dream of steamer trunks and hounds with heirloom markings and lives that were both ever-changing and constant. Lives like forge fires.” — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
I'm a total ignoramus about the technical aspects but I have to say that it's awfully purty now. — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
“We tell each other stories to muffle the surprise of disappointment.” — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
Birth is a dream, spontaneous and innate. Death, on the other hand, is a slow, false, divine calamity. It is like love. — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
I'm pretending to be a vegetarian. Were I not, I believe I probably still wouldn't eat a wallaby. — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
I was thinking what I usually think about when I write: what the next word should be, whether my character should be an emu… — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
I'm hyper-aware of my last name and it's lack of Derby or Horowtiz-esque sonorousness. Moffett sounds like a type of couch cushion. I guess… — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
“The sisters were stuck in approximately chapter nine of the book of their lives. It was the chapter in which they discover themselves lost… — Kevin Moffett Copy Share Image
