Will Allison
Will Allison
Will Allison is an American novelist and editor. He is the author of the New York Times bestselling book Long Drive Homeand What You Have Left...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth22 October 1968
CountryUnited States of America
good-life believe class
The horror of class stratification, racism, and prejudice is that some people begin to believe that the security of their families and communities depends on the oppression of others, that for some to have good lives there must be others whose lives are truncated and brutal.
grief heart drunk
Delia picked at the raw sores of her conscience...Drunk or sober, Delia lived in the small town in her heart, ignoring the world in which all her love had turned to grief.
healing cracks allison
Change, when it comes, cracks everything open.
two knowing three
Women lose their lives not knowing they can do something different..." from Two or Three Things i Know For Sure
people world make-sense
People don't do right because of the fear of God or love of him. You do right because the world doesn't make sense if you don't.
mama scared said
He never said "Don't tell your mama." He never had to say it. I did not know how to tell anyone what I felt, what scared me and shamed me... (109)
friendly balance tongue
she got a reputation for an easy smile and a sharp tongue, and using one to balance the other, she seemed friendly but distant
suicide rivers shame
I fell into shame like a suicide throws herself into a river. (253)
couple memories water
Gravy is the simplest, tastiest, most memory-laden dish I know how to make: a little flour, salt and pepper, crispy bits of whatever meat anchored the meal, a couple of cups of water or milk and slow stirring to break up lumps.
true-friend believe giving
I don't believe that there is any true friendship without a bond of honor, and the honor in friendship is the respect you give the other that she also gives you.
teenager two legs
Teenagers are free verse walking around on two legs.
sister growing-up book
When I was growing up, I always read horror books, while my sister read romance novels.
meaningful pain opening-up
I want hard stories, I demand them from myself. Hard stories are worth the difficulty. It seems to me the only way I have forgiven anything, understood anything, is through that process of opening up to my own terror and pain and reexamining it, re-creating it in the story, and making it something different, making it meaningful - even if the meaning is only in the act of the telling.
trying world imagine
I did things I did not understand for reasons I could not begin to explain just to be in motion, to be trying to do something, change something in a world I wanted desperately to make over but could not imagine for myself.