“He who could write so easily, who could spend a thousand words down along his plunging fingers on the green-rubber keyboard of… — Laura Z. Hobson Computers Copy Share Image
“They had known it, the patient, stubborn men who for years had argued and written and rephrased and fought over the Constitution… — Laura Z. Hobson Bill of rights Copy Share Image
We are born in innocence. ... Corruption comes later. The first fear is a corruption, the first reaching for something that defies… — Laura Z. Hobson Blessed Copy Share Image
Why didn't children ever see that they could damage and harm their parents as much as parents could damage and harm children? — Laura Z. Hobson Children Copy Share Image
Any life he'd ever heard of, his own included, was burdened with emotions - love, loss, jobs, jealousy, money, death, pain. But… — Laura Z. Hobson Children Copy Share Image
Writers talk about the agony of writing; I talk about the agony of not writing. — Laura Z. Hobson Agony Copy Share Image
I rewrite everything, almost idiotically. I rewrite and work and work, and rewrite and rewrite some more. — Laura Z. Hobson Copy Share Image
“When he’d wanted to find out about a scared guy in a jalopy with his whole family behind him hoping for a… — Laura Z. Hobson Nine months Copy Share Image
I've told youngsters not to write their autobiographical novel at the age of twenty-one; to save it for the time when they're… — Laura Z. Hobson Age Copy Share Image
“THE CITY WAS ASLEEP. New York, the nervous, keyed-up city, was almost at rest two hours past midnight. Watching the sleeping stone… — Laura Z. Hobson Sleep Copy Share Image
I think of myself as a plain human being who happens to be an American. — Laura Z. Hobson American Copy Share Image
“Slow and unarguable, the old desire for love, for a close-shared life, struck at him, not with Kathy, not with Anne, not… — Laura Z. Hobson Desire Copy Share Image
