Fortunately, the clinical diagnosis ADD didn’t exist when I was a child, and restless children were not medicated, or I might have been narcotized at an early age, and my brain affected. (No one can t...
For writing is a solitary occupation, and one of its hazards is loneliness. But an advantage of loneliness is privacy, autonomy, freedom.
For isn't the artist by nature a revolutionary?
Civilization is faces, appearances: when these collapse, civilization collapses as well.
Burnaby bobbed to the surface of the water after a few minutes, seemingly unscathed as journalists would report. A universal cheer went up as the daredevil with the shaved, painted head swam toward th...
Because we are linked by blood and blood is memory without language.
At least, Mother said, that's the story Aunt Esther tells. What do you mean? I asked. Isn't it true? Stories are never 'true', Mother said. But they may, almost by accident, contain 'truth'. Sometimes...
As if whoever it was held that camera was her closest friend. Or maybe it was the camera that was her closest friend.
And the thought consoled me, as it does now: everything you believe you have imagined is real. You have only to outlive it.
Always, it was claimed of her, she was strong and she was capable. You are not loved for being strong and capable if you are a female but if you are a female and you are strong and capable you will ma...
Acting is the loneliest profession I know.
A library is a mausoleum: books of the dead. And so many. And so many secrets lost to him forever. Hadn't time for it all and if he couldn't do it all then there was no point in doing any of it. For s...
Lionel turned his thoughts eagerly inward, to discover that inward was perilous, too; his soul was a sort of curved reflective surface that distorts, as in a funhouse mirror, the face of one peering i...
Stroke recently. A friend at least a decade
It might be argued that our lives are a concatenation of minutiae interrupted at unpredictable times by significant events.
Is joy in life, a terrible joy. There is joy for the taking if you are not afraid.
Didn't thankdidn't wave goodbyedidn't flutter the air with kissesa mound of gifts unwrappedbed unmadeno appetitealways elsewherethough it was raining elsewherethough strangers peopled the streetsthoug...
And much more interesting.
You may put this in your interview, Miss Fife, that Robert Frost believes in civilization—which is to say the Caucasian civilization. But,
You can think of your life as the mistakes you made that catch up with you finally.