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
girl stupid dirty
I was no Cherokee. I was no warrior. I was nobody special. I was just a girl, scared and angry. When I saw myself in Daddy Glen's eyes, I wanted to die. No, I wanted to be already dead, cold and gone. Everything felt hopeless. He looked at me and I was ashamed of myself. It was like sliding down an endless hole, seeing myself at the bottom, dirty, ragged, poor, stupid.
father book daddy
The worst thing in the world was the way I felt when I wanted us to be like the families in the books in the library, when I just wanted Daddy Glen to love me like the father in Robinson Crusoe. (209)
heart world way
stories are the one sure way I know to touch the heart and change the world.
believe land people
I was born trash in a land where the people all believe themselves natural aristocrats.
lying self hatred
... suffering does not ennoble. It destroys. To resist destruction, self-hatred, or lifelong hopelessness, we have to throw off the conditioning of being despised, the fear of becoming the they that is talked about so dismissively, to refuse lying myths and easy moralities, to see ourselves as human, flawed, and extraordinary. All of us extraordinary
running pain nice
Don't go taking that gospel stuff seriously. It's nice to clean you out now and then, but it ain't for real. It's like bad whiskey. Run through you fast and leave you with pain.
hate love-yourself and-love
That was what gospel was meant to do - make you hate and love yourself at the same time, make you ashamed and glorified.
two knowing three
Women lose their lives not knowing they can do something different..." from Two or Three Things i Know For Sure
children heart people
My heart broke all over again. I wanted my life back, my mama, but I knew I would never have that. The child I had been was gone with the child she had been. We were new people, and we didn't know each other anymore. I shook my head desperately.
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.
shy scared complicated
I was born in 1949, and by the time I was 10, I figured out that my hope chest was not aimed in the same direction everybody else's was. And that life was going to be very, very complicated. And that I could either be provocative and declamatory, or shy, retiring and scared.
suicide rivers shame
I fell into shame like a suicide throws herself into a river. (253)
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.
sports thinking understanding
I think I would have died if there hadn't been the women's movement. It gave me a vision that I could do something different, and it gave me an understanding that I wasn't a monster, or sport, or a betrayer of my family.