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182 pages, Hardcover
First published March 25, 2014
"After all, I lived in the most unfixed nation the earth has ever seen, a country conceived and populated by wanderers, wayfarers, migrants, immigrants, voyagers, vagabonds, most of them believing in the far side of the rainbow, in the possibilities of elsewhere, optimists for whom a road is an enticement beyond resistance and almost any there is preferable to a here. Movement is in our bloodstream in actuality and in metaphor. Is there an American who has never muttered, 'What if I just quit? Just said fuggum and took off?' We, so our ancestors prove, run away from home better than anybody else on the planet, and we've built a nation that draws in runaways as a black hole does stellar dust."
"Any nonfiction book about people could be titled 'Stolen Lives': A writer or painter takes a life much as a photographer takes a portrait, but words and brush strokes, no matter how carefully executed, lack the nearly total objectivity of a photograph, and inevasibly they add levels of interpretation beyond those of a pure image."
"As pieces and paragraphs finally began to adhere into themes, preeminent among them was narcissism, a widespread and deadly contagion that began rising in the late sixties and early seventies and was moving fast toward social domination. When you consider the perils to human continuance within a humane civilization, at the heart of each one lurks narcissism. We solve nothing until we solve ourselves."
[On the numerous rejections he received and the state of publishing] "I should say here that too many acquisition editors operate on assumptions often based on virtually no reliable evidence other than what has sold well over the past couple of years. They struggle to escape their own tastes no matter how parochial or even uninformed. Decisions to publish a work lack any established algorithm, and are instead much too driven by supposition and presumption. Even more limited are the bosses editors report to: Directors of publishing are scarcely known for insight other than for a view of the bottom figure on a conjectural ledger. My offering, while not without precedent, was enough of a variant in its topics from what then existed to entail some risk."
"There's no such thing as a perfectly written book; it's just that some fall short less than others. A strand of diamonds may have perfection, but a string of words, probably not. Here comes the only hard pronouncement about writing in this book: To revise fewer than a half-dozen or even a dozen times means either you're an unmatched genius or you're kidding yourself. (The opening paragraph of Blue Highways, the preamble, a mere ninety-one words, I rewrote two dozen times before I could say what I meant.) The secret of rewriting is to become as passionate about it as you were the moment the inceptive idea first came to you, even if you have to teach yourself to love revision. Remember, rewriting is redemption."