I often heard about his cases and I often sat in on his trials. In the late 1960s when I was growing up I wanted to be a crusader like him but I didn't want to wear a suit and commute.

When it comes time to sit down and write the next book, you're deathly afraid that you're not up to the task. That was certainly the case with me after Snow Falling on Cedars.

The status quo was rote memorization and recitation in classrooms thronged with passive children who were sternly disciplined when they expressed individual needs.

My father is a practicing criminal law attorney in the Seattle area.

At one level you're condemned to the voice you have. But within those confines, you have a certain amount of freedom to range among your possible voices.

There are things in this universe that we cannot control, and then there are the things we can. . . . Let fate, coincidence, and accident conspire; human beings must act on reason.

What some people interpret as brooding melancholy is serenity. I don't feel required to grasp all the time.

accident ruled every corner of the universe except the chambers of the human heart.

There's a certain nostalgia and romance in a place you left.

It's a brooding melancholy that haunts me.

I'm interested in themes that endure from generation to generation.

You can't develop the world but you can develop your world because the world will one day fall but your world will always walk with you where ever you go.

You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Pigeon.”“Just remember that when I take all of your money in the next poker game, ” I said, pulling off my shirt.

You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.

Asking in faith requires honesty, effort, commitment, and persistence.

I'm conflicted with theater in the city because you want to reach a diverse audience, and that audience doesn't typically go to the theater.

Being a decathlete is like having ten girlfriends. You have to love them all, and you can't afford losing one.

I have been dealing with back problems since 1995 when I was with the Blackhawks, and I've only missed part of one season because of it. That was last season in Toronto.

We are at a point in our work when we can no longer ignore empires and the imperial context in our studies. (p. 5)

Edwards missed getting Stearns at third base by an eyeball.

If there were a Mount Rushmore of American humor, Terry Southern would be the mountain they'd carve it from