I wanted from my father what I had never wanted or sought: his advice.
My advice can be succinctly expressed in three words: Persist, persist, persist!
Getting answers is easy. The difficult thing is knowing the right questions.
I am always hungry & wanting to have sex. This is a fact.
If they don’t give you a seat at the table, bring a folding chair.
Follow your dog, and you might just live to write for another day.
You can get anyone to sleep with you—if you want it bad enough.
Abandon the idea that arts and sciences are mutually exclusive.
Reviewers are curs and their opinions are not to be taken seriously.
Our lives are often shaped by small, seemingly trivial choices.
Needless to say, when it was my night to read I was beyond terrified.
It holds a place in my heart: Never forget the suspenders.
Truths don’t eclipse each other—they only complicate each other.
I worry that I will be kidnapped by my cab driver and driven to an ATM.
Writing is a subversive activity that exempts you from the rules.
To see—and to see properly—is the writer’s central responsibility.
It was the sixties, and I was in college and incredibly restless.
The handwritten first draft pages of Robert Olen Butler's first novel.
Words and sketches from Gail Godwin’s upcoming novel Flora.
Some people are so beautiful they belong everywhere that they go.
The notebooks reveal insertions, deletions, queries, and corrections.
You could not look at Leila for long, and yet you longed to look at her.
Manuscript pages from The Blue Flower and The Bookshop.
Up north people hunt bears using gummy bears as bait.