John Hawkes Quotes
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My father's parents were Irish. Only a year before my father died, he and I went back to Ireland for a week to look at the old homestead.
John Hawkes
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Author Details:
Type:
Novelist Quotes
Category:
American Novelist Quotes
Date of Birth:
August 17, 1925
Date of Death:
May 15, 1998
Nationality:
American
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Ernest Hemingway
Richard Bach
Chuck Palahniuk
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Elie Wiesel
Truman Capote
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Jack Kerouac
Gore Vidal
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Select John Hawkes Quotations:
I was not typical. Whatever typical or normal is, I was somehow separated and different.
John Hawkes
I do not feel an exile from America in any sense.
John Hawkes
When I started writing fiction, I knew how good it was immediately.
John Hawkes
When we lived in Juneau, Alaska, it was a town of about 7,000 people, and totally isolated; the only way to get to it was by ship.
John Hawkes
It's hard to tell whether the ship or airplane - they're all the same, I'm convinced - is male or female; it may shift back and forth.
John Hawkes
Really, I didn't like Alaska. It rained, almost every day, at least 300 days out of the year.
John Hawkes
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Quote Keywords:

Back,
Before,
Died,
Father,
Homestead,
Ireland,
Irish,
Look,
Old,
Only,
Parents,
Week,
Went,
Were,
Year
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Back,
Before,
Died,
Father,
Homestead,
Irish,
Look,
Old,
Only,
Week,
Went,
Were,
Year
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All John Hawkes Quotations:
As in The Lime Twig dream...
I didn't for a moment doubt...
I didn't know what kind of...
I do not feel an exile...
I had to go to Sunday...
I remember my mother finding mud...
I used to carry about with...
I want prose fiction to be...
I was not typical. Whatever typical...
I'm only interested in fiction that...
In The Lime Twig I took...
It's hard to tell whether the...
My father's parents were Irish. Only...
My mother wanted very much to...
On the night before we were...
Really, I didn't like Alaska. It...
The only thing that exists is...
To be anywhere near an enormous...
When I started writing fiction, I...
When we lived in Juneau, Alaska...
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