Charles Frazier
Charles Frazier
Charles Frazieris an American novelist. He won the 1997 National Book Award for Fiction for Cold Mountain...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth4 November 1950
CountryUnited States of America
regret names might
He tried to name which of the deadly seven might apply, and when he failed he decided to append an eighth, regret.
real writing years
Writing doesn't come real easy to me. I couldn't write a novel in a year. It wouldn't be readable. I don't let an editor even look at it until the second year, because it would just scare them. I just have to trust that all these scraps and dead-ends will find a way.
matter waste path
[No] matter what a waste one has made of one's life, it is ever possible to find some path to redemption, however partial.
war too-much good-things
It's a good thing war is so terrible or else we'd get to liking it too much.
forever desire gone
When all else is lost and gone forever, there is yearning. Only desire trumps time.
simple sacred consciousness
Or maybe it is only that we are so habitually inattentive that when some rare but simple geometry grabs us by the shoulders and shakes us into consciousness, we call our response sacred.
spring wings roots
A lizard in the spring - hear his darling sing. A bird with wings to fly - go back to his darling weep and moan till he dies. A mole in the ground - root a mountain down.
revenge disease destructiveness
Disease is nature's revenge for our destructiveness.
men grandchildren passing-on
All I can say is that we are mistaken to gouge such a deep rift in history that the things old men and old women know have become so useless as to be not worth passing on to grandchildren.
attitude black style
Hardboiled crime fiction came of age in Black Mask magazine during the Twenties and Thirties. Writers like Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler learnt their craft and developed a distinct literary style and attitude toward the modern world.
powerful air comforting
One thing he discovered with a great deal of astonishment was that music held for him more then just pleasure. There was meat to it. The grouping of sounds, their forms in the air as they rang out and faded, said something comforting to him about the rule of Creation. What the music said was that there is a right way for things to be ordered so that life might not always be just tangle and drift, but have a shape, an aim. It was a powerful argument that life did not just happen.
life opportunity vocabulary
What I wanted to do was slap him down a bit with wit and words. Grammar and vocabulary as a weapon. But what kind of world would it be if we all took every opportunity presented to us to assault the weak?
character thinking helping
It always helps me connect with characters, to think about what music they respond to
knows
You never know when somebody will pull you to them.