I've bumped into at least three people in town who all insist 'Winter's Bone' is about them. Daniel Woodrell bonebumphave Change image and share on social
I rise near dawn, make a strong cup of coffee, wander to my desk and come fully awake by reading something written the day before. Daniel Woodrell awakecoffeecup Change image and share on social
I had gone to enlist in the Navy, but they had a long waiting list and no need for high-school dropouts. Daniel Woodrell dropoutenlisthigh Change image and share on social
I am well aware that the writers of New York, London, and Toronto are more readily noticed, though the shadowy and potent Ozarks Literary Cabal does what it can for me, then nightly joins me for dinner and calls me 'honey.' Daniel Woodrell awarecabalcall share on social
Most of my characters aren't hillbillies anyway. Let's just call them proletariat with a disposition towards criminal activity. Daniel Woodrell activitycallcharacter Change image and share on social
The town of St. Charles near St. Louis was founded by a trapper named Blanchette. There is a section that's called Frenchtown on historical markers. Daniel Woodrell blanchettecallcharle Change image and share on social
My father was a salesman, and I always said I wouldn't be one. Daniel Woodrell fathersalesman Change image and share on social
There's an overlap between social-realist fiction and crime fiction - a sweet spot there. Daniel Woodrell crimefictionoverlap Change image and share on social
I'm very attracted to poetry for all the reasons someone likes poetry. The notion of compression seems to fit my personality. Daniel Woodrell attractcompressionfit Change image and share on social
I think my grandmother Woodrell was most responsible for my becoming a writer. She wasn't quite literate, but was very proud that she attended school as far as the third grade. She worked as a maid, housekeeper and cook. Daniel Woodrell attendcookgrade share on social
