“People talk about me as masculine. Because of the way I walk and talk and crank out pull-ups and smell like bacon.”

I can describe at length every feature on the character, though I might only supply a glimpse of this on the page. So if I’m writing color into that I’m also writing texture, I’m pushing the image more than anything else.

The High Divide, a novel about a family in peril, is haunting and tense but leavened by considerable warmth and humanity. Lin Enger writes with durable grace about a man’s quest for redemption and the human capacity for forgiveness.

I grew up with guns. For my 16th birthday, in fact, I received a .357 instead of a car. But there was nothing playful about them; they were tools.

You can’t teach talent, but you can teach people how to read strenuously and mimic the moves of rock-star writers so that they eventually accumulate a toolbox of skills.

I grew up on genre – on Westerns, spy thrillers, sci-fi, fantasy novels, horror novels. Especially horror novels.

Writing is an act of empathy. You are occupying and understanding a point of view that might be alien to your own–and work is often the keyhole through which you peer.

I have a scenario but almost always it’s entwined with at least one person to begin with. Then I sort of expand from there and I’m thinking about books novels.

My voice dropped when I was 14. And when I was 14, I might have weighed 75 pounds. So you can imagine how strange that must have been: like James Earl Jones speaking through a sock puppet.

I want to build as many worlds as possible – each a version of ours with a crack running through it – and not be anchored to any of them.

I wanted it to be as multi-windowed as possible, so that the reader felt like they were seeing all the different ways in to a big haunted house.

And then once I figure out who they are I can figure out what they want and once I figure out what they want I’m able to put obstacles in the way of that desire, and that’s where plot springs from.

I think my leap into TV and movies and comics is in a way natural because I’m a visual storyteller. If you look at any one of my short stories or novels, they sort of unscroll cinematically.

And then you pull them back when you get what you want. Of course, sometimes, in the beginning, you’re going to push a little too far.

I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It’s the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun.

Mr. Shepherd, ye cannot stop a bad thought from coming into your head. But ye need not pull up a chair and bide it sit down.” – Mrs. Brown

You transition as a mother from literally just pulling a booger out of that person’s nose whenever you see one until at some point they assert: “No, I’m a person. You can’t fix my underpants on the subway.”

Knowledge slowly builds up what Ignorance in an hour pulls down.

He tried to pull me against him, and i bit him on the lip. He licked his lip with the tip of his tongue. ‘did you just bite me?

Young people don’t always do what they’re told, but if they can pull it off and do something wonderful, sometimes they escape punishment.

You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.