David Guterson
David Guterson
David Gutersonis an American novelist, short story writer, poet, journalist, and essayist. He is best known as the author of the book Snow Falling on Cedars...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth4 May 1956
CitySeattle, WA
CountryUnited States of America
David Guterson quotes about
order achievement highest
A literary achievement of the highest order.
teacher book writing
Writing became an obsessive compulsive habit but I had almost no money so I thought about being an urban firefighter and having lots of free time in which to write or becoming an English teacher and thinking about books and writers on a daily basis. That swayed me.
book successful expectations
I was aware that there is an expectation that writers inevitably falter at this stage, that they fail to live up to the promise of their first successful book, that the next book never pleases the way the prior one did. It simply increased my sense of being challenged.
writing inspire stories
I write because something inner and unconscious forces me to. That is the first compulsion. The second is one of ethical and moral duty. I feel responsible to tell stories that inspire readers to consider more deeply who they are.
grew grew-up wanted
I grew up in Seattle, but I always knew I wanted to leave.
father law criminals
My father is a practicing criminal law attorney in the Seattle area.
children hands together
How could they say that they truly loved each other? They had simply grown up together, been children together, and the proximity of it, the closeness of it, had produced in them love s illusion. And yet--on the other hand--what was love if it wasn't this instinct she felt...
love-is differences making-a-difference
None of those other things makes a difference. Love is the strongest thing in the world, you know. Nothing can touch it. Nothing comes close. If we love each other we're safe from it all. Love is the biggest thing there is.
life summer real
To deny that there was this dark side of life would be like pretending that the cold of winter was somehow only a temporary illusion, a way station on the way to the higher "reality" of long, warm, pleasant summers. But summer, it turned out, was no more real than the snow that melted in wintertime.
crazy thinking cedars
I know you'll think this is crazy, but all I want to do is hold you, and I think that if you'll let me do that just for a few seconds, I can walk away, and never speak to you again.
world cold silent
That the world was silent and cold and bare and that in this lay its terrible beauty
writing college class
When I went to college I took a creative writing class and decided in a week to be a writer.
hypocrite courses
I'm a hypocrite, of course, and I live with that, but I live.
writing my-family
What sustains me is to be with my family and to write.