Quotes from Sharyn McCrumb

Domestic rabbits don't have the sense that God promised animal crackers.

SHADOW KNIGHT'S MATE is a compelling story, extremely well-written and alarmingly plausible. Jay Brandon does for politics what Dan Brown did for religion.

As a dirt farm in the Tennessee mountains, this place was a ticket to starvation, but as a retirement community for the Knoxville country club set, it was a gold mine.

My family had chosen the army as my career, and war is the army's stock in trade.

Nobody has time to write a book. Some people just do it anyhow.

Romulan or Vulcan?' the ushers asked each guest. Marion, who had been poised to say 'friends of the bride' had responded to the question with an open-mouthed stare, and Jay Omega answered, 'Klingon!" which got them seats in the back row of the Romulan side.

It couldn't be the beer. Donnie McRory was certain of that. If you sent American beer out to be analyzed, the lab would probably phone up and say, 'Your horse has diabetes.

Boondocks' is simply the Tagalog word for mountains.

There is a time in late September when the leaves are still green, and the days are still warm, but somehow you know that it is all about to end, as if summer was holding its breath, and when it let it out again, it would be autumn.

The ones that landed near the bathroom are Bad Tolkien imitations or transcripts of a D&D adventure; bad Herbert, Heinlein, and Asimov are below the television; and these on the bed are the ones whose authors I want to hunt down personally and slap.

Being a professional writer is a lot like being a hooker. You'd better find out if you're any good at it before you start charging for it.

The most momentous events in life—baptisms, weddings, and funerals—don't seem to take much time, but the effects of them bind up the whole of your existence.

Wild steep mountains floating in a haze of cloud...a sea of green trees swallowing the hills and valleys, and curling around the trails and rivers, with the wind in the leaves as its tide.

The people who live happily ever after - they don't appear in the history books. They just fade away. I reckon that's what happiness is. Pauline Foster - " The Ballad of Tom Dooley ", Sharyn McCrumb, p. 271

Mountains have long-lost kinfolk on the other side of the Atlantic. The bloodline that marks that kinship is a vein of a green mineral called serpentine ...

Oh, son, hardly anybody wants to leave. These mountains are more than just a place for folks around here.

Seasons didn't come behind the nicotine-stained walls of Mountain City's prison, so Harm always imagined it spring--the locust trees clustered with shaggy white blooms, the wet woods flecked with bloodroot, and wild roses and honeysuckle flashing white among the chestnuts on the mountainsides...

I always, always wanted to be the Dungeon Master because that's where the creativity lies - in thinking up places, characters and situations. If done well, a game can be a novel in itself.

I wonder which is worse-the death, not knowing what comes after, or the wedding, when you think you know, but you're wrong.

Celebrity is having ten thousand friends and five really sick enemies , all of whom you have never met . WILL never meet if you're lucky . Either you accept that and resolve to live with it , or you get out of the spotlight and hope to God you left in time . Because if anybody still remembers you from one flash of fame twenty years ago , then anonymity is not an option .

What profession doesn't make mistakes? Cooks cover their errors with sauces; architects, with ivy; and doctors cover theirs with sod.

Finally Pix-Kyle Weaver shrugged and said, "Pm kinda interested in Vietnam.

but it was my duty to warn her before she ruined her future with her headstrong ways. Much as I wanted her to be safe and happy, I never had much luck talking sense into Zona. She was always dead set on doing whatever she pleased, and she was always sure that she knew best. That quarrel between us blew over, as they always did, but I didn't hold out much hope that she would remember my warning, even though I had told her the plain truth.

She was as old and dried up as broom straw, and I reckon she had forgotten what it was like to be young, and, anyhow, when she was in my time of life, there weren't no war on, and that makes a world of difference to the course of a life.