Daniel Woodrell quotes:

I've always been fascinated by the Mississippi River and the way of life in these small river towns.

I had gone to enlist in the Navy, but they had a long waiting list and no need for high-school dropouts.

I was born in West Plains, and we lived here till I was one. Then my dad needed to get a job, so we moved to the St. Louis area. I lived in St. Charles, on the Missouri River, till I was 15.

I love Shakespeare and the Greeks - learned a lot studying them at one time.

I rise near dawn, make a strong cup of coffee, wander to my desk and come fully awake by reading something written the day before.

I like the idea of everybody knowing each other; you know why you're doing things.

I have always loved short stories. I have been at least as influenced by the short story masters as I have been by novelists.

I learned my values. It's better to be poor than to be beholden. Wealth is not the object of life. You should be polite as long as possible, and when you can't be polite anymore, don't run.

I came back when I'd had a taste of other places and realized that I would never feel the same sense of connection to any place other than the Ozarks.

I joined the Marines the week I turned 17, and that led to a few experiences that might qualify as adventure - eye of the beholder.

I think my grandmother Woodrell was most responsible for my becoming a writer. She wasn't quite literate, but was very proud that she attended school as far as the third grade. She worked as a maid, housekeeper and cook.

I always loved the verve and vivacity of pulp and I kind of merged it with my own interest in family stories.

The opening novel of the 'Bayou Trilogy' was the first one I finished.

I always gravitate towards anything from Ireland. With Irish lit, I love the use of language, but also in many instances, the Irish writers are writing about people and circumstances that I can relate to.

If you don't allow yourself to change from book to book - take chances - it turns into a dullish job with no health benefits or pension plan and only intermittent paychecks.

I'm very attracted to poetry for all the reasons someone likes poetry. The notion of compression seems to fit my personality.

I was reading newspaper front pages from the 1930s, and I was taken aback. I'm not naive about American history, but I was a bit knocked off my feet by things that used to be on the front pages of newspapers.

He was almost twenty and Ree knew most girls would call him handsome or dreamy or some such. Sandy hair, blue eyes, put together strong, with bright teeth and one of those smiles."

I had bill collectors chasing me. We were skipping from town to town, not leaving forwarding addresses. The agent couldn't find me when he sold my book. He finally found me.

It's called 'The Outlaw Album,' not 'The Ozarks Album.' These are stories that delve into different kinds of outlawry, from criminal acts to interior, or psychological, outlawry. The book is not meant to be a tapestry of the Ozarks.

I just really like the verve and muscle of good crime fiction, the narrative punch of it. The underlying principle of good crime fiction is an insistence on a kind of root democracy. I've always responded to that notion.

I'm always writing about character first. Plot, such as it is, comes from the characters.

There's an overlap between social-realist fiction and crime fiction - a sweet spot there.

I've been at writing long enough now to know that every three or four books, I have to start a new direction.

But I've been at writing long enough now to know that every three or four books I have to start a new direction.

I guess it's ridiculously romantic, but I wanted to be a full tilt, sink-or-swim writer.

Most of my characters aren't hillbillies anyway. Let's just call them proletariat with a disposition towards criminal activity.

I'm surviving and developing as a writer. I don't know what brings you to mass attention in terms of sales. But I've gotten more and more comfortable with it. Of course if that changes, I'll be comfortable with that. All I can do is write the best books I can.

I was thinking of my father's family. I can find their graves, but not that much about them. They didn't do anything notable enough to be in the records of newspapers.

I think there are some folks who don't particularly like what I have to say, but on the whole, the reaction has been very positive.

Gail had a baby named Ned who was four months old, and a new look of baffled hurt, a left-behind sadness, like she saw that the great world kept spinning onward and away while she'd overnight become glued to her spot.

Love and hate hold hands always so it made natural sense that they'd get confused by upset married folk in the wee hours once in a while and a nosebleed or bruised breast might result. But it just seemed proof that a great foulness was afoot in the world when a no-strings roll in the hay with a stranger led to chipped teeth or cigarette burns on the wrist.

There are people so alienated from the mainstream of American culture that it's like a parallel universe. They don't expect anything but trouble from the square world. Every time they interact with that world, they're given a ticket, sent to jail, drafted. It's never good. So they live by a separate value system.

No god craves weaklings.

When poetry is on the money, 12 words can slay you. I admire that greatly.

Nobody here wants to be awful," he said. He hopped a little as he zipped up. "It's just nobody here knows all the rules yet, and that makes a rocky time.

It's not always to the benefit of the story to have it so preordained.

I, myself, often wished to be spared the expectation of better days ahead or such.

I didn't really expect to be coming to the Oscars.

Earned a bachelor's at 27, then an M.F.A. that is still completely unused and in mint condition, never taken out of the box.

In February of 1972, a snowstorm blew into Kansas City, and I decided to hitchhike to California. The roads were icy, snowflakes howling, and nobody would drive me to the highway, so I humped through the snow and ice and caught a ride with a concerned cop to the Kansas Turnpike.

I've bumped into at least three people in town who all insist 'Winter's Bone' is about them.

I don't want to be callous about it, but we all seemed to get over the Oklahoma bombing pretty quickly, and we're never going to get over 9/11.

I felt like a number of things in me as a writer just clicked.

One of the interesting things about the Ozarks is you just about don't have street crime. It's strictly between people who know each other. It really isn't indiscriminate; it's kind of between themselves.

The town of St. Charles near St. Louis was founded by a trapper named Blanchette. There is a section that's called Frenchtown on historical markers.

I am well aware that the writers of New York, London, and Toronto are more readily noticed, though the shadowy and potent Ozarks Literary Cabal does what it can for me, then nightly joins me for dinner and calls me 'honey.'

I tell the story by feel most of the time, and I am not much given to labyrinthian digressions but seem to be naturally drawn to compression and pace, and the feelings come about on their own.

As a high-school drop-out, I knew I wanted to write, but I wasn't overly confident that I was going to be writing anything serious. I was happy enough with the idea that I could be a penny-a-word guy and survive.

I don't think I can write a book as nihilistic as some of my early ones. They're so bleak. I don't think I would enjoy that as much anymore. You really become fixated on ways out.

I know people who have, until recently, lived with dirt floors. There are people who live way back off the grid, without electricity. Not a whole lot, but quite a few. That's a choice for a lot of them. There might be a religious element in their isolation, at least with some of them.

I have a book in the pipeline of short stories. You want to hear an agent scream, say 'I'm thinking about doing a collection of short stories set in the Ozarks.'

You want to hear an agent scream, say, 'I'm thinking about doing a collection of short stories set in the Ozarks.'

It was in a grim room on Eddy Street that I finally opened 'A Moveable Feast.' I read it all overnight. I read it again the next day.

Long, dark, and lovely she had been, in those days before her mind broke and the parts scattered and she let them go.

You got to be ready to die every day - then you got a chance.

Never. Never ask for what ought to be offered.

The heart makes dreams seem like ideas.

This is how sudden things happened that haunted forever.

Pine trees with low limbs spread over fresh snow made a stronger vault for the spirit than pews and pulpits ever could.

I was not much used to women except for mothers. Everything I did, they did different.

A person has to show some spirit -- fate just about never shines on chickenshits.

Ree, brunette and sixteen, with milk skin and abrupt green eyes, stood bare-armed in a fluttering yellowed dress, face to the wind, her cheeks reddening as if smacked and smacked again.

The heart's in it then, spinning dreams, and torment is on the way. The heart makes dreams seem like ideas.

When I left Iowa, I definitely never wanted to stand in front of a group of academics again and see if they approved of me. I made up my mind to take my work to the actual reading public.

Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.

I said shut up once already, with my mouth.

I had been born shoved to the margins of the world, sure, but I had volunteered for the pits.

I have a book in the pipeline of short stories. You want to hear an agent scream, say 'I'm thinking about doing a collection of short stories set in the Ozarks.

When I started to be a writer, I was not going to run the risk of boring you.