"Three to four months out of the year, that was my life: bloody noses, boxes upon boxes of tissue, and in place of a 'Skoal ring,' my jeans sported the outline of an eye-drop bottle..."Read More
"And him," the trooper says, "why's he laid out in the backseat?"Read More
"'And then he played the first note, and everything changed,' Sterling writes. Having never experienced B.B. in concert, I could only wear blue..."Read More
"Not to get too spacey but I think that’s one of the tasks of fiction (alongside entertainment). Fiction is an expression of empathy, of shared experience, a language suited for bridging death to death..."Read More