David Guterson (/ˈɡʌtərsən/ GUT-ər-sən; born May 4, 1956) is an American novelist, short story writer, poet, journalist, and essayist. He is best known as the author of the book Snow Falling on Cedars.
Everybody has a world, and that world is completely hidden until we begin to inquire. As soon as we do, that entire world opens to us and yields itself. And you see how full and complex it is.
None of those other things makes a difference. Love is the strongest thing in the world, you know. Nothing can touch it. Nothing comes close. If we love each other we're safe from it all. Love is the biggest thing there is.
There's a certain nostalgia and romance in a place you left.
I was born in Washington State and have lived here for 42 plus years.
When it comes time to sit down and write the next book, you're deathly afraid that you're not up to the task. That was certainly the case with me after Snow Falling on Cedars.
The status quo was rote memorization and recitation in classrooms thronged with passive children who were sternly disciplined when they expressed individual needs.
accident ruled every corner of the universe except the chambers of the human heart.
Writing became an obsessive compulsive habit but I had almost no money so I thought about being an urban firefighter and having lots of free time in which to write or becoming an English teacher and thinking about books and writers on a daily basis. That swayed me.
I became paralyzed as an artist with writer's block.
He didn't like very many people any more, or very many things either. He preferred not to be this way, but there it was, he was like that. His cynicism, a veteran's cynicism, was a thing that disturbed him all the time.
At one level you're condemned to the voice you have. But within those confines, you have a certain amount of freedom to range among your possible voices.
To persevere is always a reflection of the state of one's inner life, one's philosophy and one's perspective
That the world was silent and cold and bare and that in this lay its terrible beauty
I grew up in Seattle, but I always knew I wanted to leave.
Fiction is socially meaningful.
I think you have an obligation to share what you know as a writer.
Cities produce in me melancholy or a tension I don't need.
What some people interpret as brooding melancholy is serenity. I don't feel required to grasp all the time.
He decided then that he would love her forever no matter what came to pass. It was not so much a matter of deciding as accepting the inevitability of it. It made him feel better, though he felt perturbed, too, worried that this kiss was wrong. But from his point of view, at fourteen years old, their love was entirely unavoidable. It had started on the day they'd clung to his glass box and kissed in the sea, and now it must go on forever. He felt certain of this.
Time made me change. I gradually woke up to the realization that this is who I am, an author, a public figure, and I couldn't just hide in my study, tapping away at the keyboard and pretend that I didn't have a role to play beyond stringing words together.