140 Quotes by Daniel Woodrell

Honesty can siphon off a few regrets and resentments if you tap in to it. Let that sink in.

The going sun chucked a vast spread of red behind the ridgeline. A horizon of red light parsed into shafts by standing trees to throw pink in streaks across the valley snow.

But I’ve been at writing long enough now to know that every three or four books I have to start a new direction.

The World Ain’t No Day-care Center.

You wake up in this here world, my sweet li’l mister, you got to wake up tough. You go out that front door tough of a mornin’ and you stay tough ‘til lights out – have you learned that?

Bauer was a large, flat-topped man, with pale skin that had been acned and pitted so that it resembled a cob cleaned of corn, eyes the color of snuff, and the general expression of a natural-born straw boss.

Ree followed a path made by prey uphill through scrub, across a bald knob and downhill into a section of pine trees and pine scent and that pious shade and silence pines create. Pine trees in low limbs spread over fresh snow made a stronger vault for the spirit than pews and pulpits ever could.

I sat there trying to avoid certain thoughts – the kind that’ll chew the meat clean out of your head if you open their cage.

Ledoux’s face was pebbled with mosquito bites. Forget the Cutter’s and that means every needle-nose bug in the woods spare-changing you for blood like cornerboy hustlers spotting a strung-out Kennedy trying to score on Seventh. Like you got plenty to give.