Night is falling. The gods have left us for those who please them better. Our time in the world is passed, and we are as wasted as the wind against t…

- Jim Grimsley

For me, writing plays is far more an act of the mind than of the emotions. It's a very different kind of impulse than fiction writing.

- Jim Grimsley

Words created the future, exacerbated problems, raised barriers between them. But in the silence of Ford's sleep, Ford could love Dan easily; in the …

- Jim Grimsley

The artist had captured a moment that went on suggesting other moments in the mind of the beholder. This, Timmon told me, was what every painter, eve…

- Jim Grimsley