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Daniel Woodrell

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    Daniel Woodrell

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

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

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

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    He unscrewed the lid, set it on the dash, snorted from the bottle twice, banged the steering wheel, and said, 'You got to be ready to die every day - then you got a chance.'

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

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

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    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.

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    I'm not one of these people who thinks everyone born into privilege should wear sack cloth and ashes. But it's something I wrestle with. I know a lot of people who live below the poverty level and have for a long time and it makes them uneasy to think they'll have to interact with people from different economic levels. Everyone has some sort of load put on them, whatever the circumstances they're born into.

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

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    I said shut up once already, with my mouth.

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

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    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.

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

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    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.

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

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

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

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    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.

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    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.

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    I FELL DEEP down in there, until this bright light raised me from sleep. Coming out of a pit such as that, you think the bright light could be God or a cop on patrol.

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    In the morning we shed our blue sheep’s clothing. Our border shirts came out of satchels and onto our backs. We preferred this means of dress for it was more flatout and honest. The shirts were large with pistol pockets, and usually colored red or dun. Many had been embroidered with ornate stitching by loving women some were blessed enough to have. Mine was plain, but well broken in. I can think of no more chilling a sight than that of myself all astride my big bay horse with six or eight pistols dangling from my saddle, my rebel locks aloft on the breeze and a whoopish yell on my lips. When my awful costume was multiplied by that of my comrades, we stopped feint hearts just by our mode of dread stylishness.

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    I slept for over a full day, as you know, but I won’t say I rested.

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

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    Nobody cares for getting belittled by a person you’ve had sex with. A person you’ve licked all over. Nobody wants to sit there and get run down too far by somebody who gives them a hard-on.

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    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.

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    No god craves weaklings.

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    Sammy, wouldn’t you like to add up to something? In the future? Amount to something?” “Naw. I just figure to roll on, stackin’ days, you know, till the day I fuck up big enough the future gets canceled. Or else all planned out for me, maybe. There’s a somewhat likely chance of that.” “Man, Sammy, I can’t live thinking that way" "Well,I don't think about it.

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    Taggin’ that name on you, that was like casting a curse on you. Oh, baby, your ma made a sorry, shitty prediction on your whole life and hung a name on you that would help the sorry, shitty stuff come true.” “You ain’t bringin’ me any news.

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    The bodies draped down through the leaves like rancid baubles in the locks of a horrible harlot.

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    The Dolly's around here can't be seen to coddle a snitch's family --- that's the always been our way. We're old blood, us people, and our ways was set firm long before hot shot baby Jesus ever even burped milk'n sh*& yellow.

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    The old man had been tanned by the light of too many beer signs, and it just goes to show that you can’t live on three packs of Chesterfields and a fifth of bourbon a day without starting to drift far too fuckin’ wide in the turns.

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    This is how sudden things happened that haunted forever.

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    Thump Milton loomed over Ree, a fabled man, his face a monument of Ozark stone, with juts and angles and cold shaded parts the sun never touched.