“Sacrifice doesn't really exist on a national level anymore and that's a pretty new thing - most people aren't engaged nationally in some form of service and that changes the way you think about people in your country; you kind of think of them at a distance. And so there's that shift away from some sort of sacrifice - thinking of yourself as the most important thing in the world versus thinking of yourself as some sort of a whole.” PeopleThinkingWorldWayKindImportantCountryWholeFormLevelsSacrificeImportant ThingsDistanceEngagedNew ThingsVersusThinking Of YouThinking Of Yourself Author:Joe Meno
“I always feel super uncomfortable when it's like ah, there probably has to be a sex scene. I feel really bad and then always look around to see if anyone is watching me while I'm writing. I want to apologize to people who have to read those sex scenes, but I feel like it's part of the characters life, it's important.” PeopleIfsWantFeelsWritingLooksImportantCharacterSexSceneUncomfortableApologizing Author:Joe Meno
“People are just greedy animals, after all.” PeopleAnimalGreedy Book:Demons in the Spring Source: Demons in the Spring
“Maybe that's why people have friends at all. Not because they like them so much but because they don't make them feel so much worse.” PeopleFeels Book:How the Hula Girl Sings Source: How the Hula Girl Sings
“Funny as hell, searingly honest, and urgently real, Sam Pink's Rontel puts to shame most modern fiction. His writing perfectly captures the bizarre parade that is Chicago, with all its gloriously odd and wonderful people. This book possesses both the nerve of Nelson Algren and the existential comedy of Albert Camus.” PeopleWritingBookRealFictionHellComedyWonderfulModernHonestShameOddNervesCaptureChicagoExistentialBizarreParadesNelsonFunny As Hell Author:Joe Meno
“After school the very next day, El Rey's mobile home was gone. I laid in bed and wondered what happens to people when they go, if they become like shadows, if they fade away when they disappear from your life. The only thing I could see was the broken picket fence. The only sound I could hear was the cry of birds being killed in the night.” PeopleIfsHomeHappensSchoolNightNextSoundGoneCryBrokenBedBirdShadowDisappearFadesNext DayFenceMobileFade AwayAfter SchoolPicket Fences Author:Joe Meno
