In one long glorious acknowledgment of failure, he laid himself bare before God.
She was pondering the option of law school, the great American baby-sitter for directionless postgrads.
There are few things in life worse than a long-winded lawyer.
Please give me fifty more years of work and fun, then an instant death when I’m sleeping.
Four rehabs meant a fifth was somewhere down the road.
The first thing my family did when we moved was join the local church. The second was to go to the library and get library cards.
Reading is by far the most successful pursuit of happiness.
The good thing about writing fiction is that you can get back at people.
Every morning I wake at 6am or 6.30am, champing at the bit.
Because I was single, there was a chance I was a homosexual. Because I went to Syracuse, wherever that was, then I was probably a Communist. Or worse, a Liberal. Because I was from Memphis, I was a subversive intent on embarrassing Ford County.
I’ve written 17 novels, and I’ve found out that fiction can’t keep up with real life.
I struggle with racism every day.
I was a lawyer for 10 years – a short time, but it molded me into who I am.
In little pockets of conversation, old men were telling stories of ancient floods. Women were talking of about how much rain there’d been in other towns – Paragould, Lepanto, and Manila.
Writing was not a childhood dream of mine. I do not recall longing to write as a student. I wasn’t sure how to start.
I’m being followed so much I’m causing traffic jams.
Quite often I can be in a bookshop, standing beneath a great big picture of myself and paying for a book with a credit card clearly marked John Grisham, yet no one recognises me. I often say I’m a famous author in a country where no one reads.
My name became a brand, and I’d love to say that was the plan from the start. But the only plan was to keep writing books. And I’ve stuck to that ever since.
Michael Harvey should be read by all.
I was a lawyer for 10 years, and several of my clients had the misfortune, through no fault of my own, of going to prison. I visited them occasionally.