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

- Daniel Woodrell

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

- Daniel Woodrell

The heart makes dreams seem like ideas.

- Daniel Woodrell

Never. Never ask for what ought to be offered.

- Daniel Woodrell

Gail had a baby named Ned who was four months old, and a new look of baffled hurt, a left-behind sadness, like she saw that the great world kept spin…

- Daniel Woodrell

For a long time, I thought you could remain isolated and survive, and I didn't want to change that. But over the last three or four books, I've becom…

- Daniel Woodrell

It's not always to the benefit of the story to have it so preordained.

- Daniel Woodrell

This is how sudden things happened that haunted forever.

- Daniel Woodrell

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 -…

- Daniel Woodrell