Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
If cyberspace can screw with you, it will.
The blogosphere rewards no-holds-barred smartassery.
The library is what keeps us a step ahead of the apes.
Science fiction is the agent provocateur of literature.
To be a writer is to embrace rejection as a way of life.
That's some f***ing doorman you've got there, Ms. Shugak.
Unless you are Stephen King, a book signing is attended by maybe 40 or 50 people.
When you put four Alaskans into a room, you have five marriages, six divorces, and seven political parties.
We need more bodies, 'cause it's not looking enough like the last scene in Hamlet already. --Chopper Jim Chopin
I don't know how many people there are with a million dollars who are inclined to give it to a writers' retreat.
I would be ecstatic if the very first writer to step foot in a Storyknife cabin was an Alaska Native woman writer.
I've been approached in the past to option my stories for television, but prior to Evergreen, there were no assurances the production would be filmed in Alaska.
Where were they from originally? The Seabolts?" "I don't know, Idaho, Oklahoma, Iowa. One of those red-neck states with vowels on both ends." "You mean like Alaska?
The first thing my writing ever earned me wasn't an advance on a book; it wasn't a fee for an article or anything like that. It was, in fact, a residency at Hedgebrook Farm.
My stories are Alaska stories, and they need to be told in Alaska. Evergreen Films is located in Alaska; the company does amazing work, and I am thrilled at the prospect of working together.
Over a third of the Newenhan population was under eighteen,which didn't make his job any easier, the hormonally challenged being terminally and all too often fatally prone to acts of stupidity.
Why was it that the instant you sent someone a check, no matter how worthy the organization, the first thing they did was ask you for more? Irritating, and a waste of the money she had just sent them.
At the moment developing a nice little inoffensive cancer somewhere on dry land seemed infinitely preferable to what she was grimly convinced was soon to be her death by drowning way too far out at sea.
Cops never took anything on faith, and disbelieved every story that was told them on principle until and unless they could confirm that the story was fact in all its essentials, and even then remained wary and unconvinced. Cop shops bred skeptics. Skeptics cherished few illusions about human nature, and therefore were seldom disappointed.