Really, I didn't like Alaska. It rained, almost every day, at least 300 days out of the year. John C. Hawkes alaskadayrain Change image and share on social
I remember my mother finding mud somehow and putting it on the sting. John C. Hawkes findmothermud Change image and share on social
I had to go to Sunday school once or twice in my life, and that's where I commented someplace on hearing. John C. Hawkes commenthearlife Change image and share on social
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 C. Hawkes backdiefather Change image and share on social
My mother wanted very much to play tennis; she wanted, most of all, to be a singer and play the piano. John C. Hawkes motherpianoplay Change image and share on social
The only thing that exists is torment, lyricism, and the magnificence of language. John C. Hawkes existlanguagelyricism Change image and share on social
To be anywhere near an enormous ocean liner when you are just like a fish in the water is frightening. John C. Hawkes enormousfishfrighten Change image and share on social
I want prose fiction to be recognized as that, and I'm not interested in writing as it becomes more personal. John C. Hawkes fictioninterestpersonal Change image and share on social
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 C. Hawkes 000alaskaisolate Change image and share on social
I didn't know what kind of jobs, because how was I prepared? At best, I would be an AB in English. John C. Hawkes englishjobkind Change image and share on social