At the moment the postman rang the bell, Litvinoff's pen has been poised above a blank piece of paper, his eyes watery with revelation, filled with the feeling that he was on the verge o understanding...
Because you can get free of everything except the space where things have been
Better to try and fail than not to try at all
Bruno, my old faithful. I haven't sufficiently described him. Is it enough to say he is indescribable? No. Better to try and fail than not to try at all.
But in the end, it isn’t up to the writer to decide how his or her work will be used.
But see, the incredible thing about people is that we forget, Ray continued. Time passes and somehow the hope creeps back and sooner or later someone else comes along all over again. We go through our...
By heart, this is not an expression I use lightly. My heart is weak and unreliable.
FROM THE AIR there seems to be a system: recognizable designs, networks on the desert floor. Crosshatches of ridge and fissure. Lines that fan out from the source. The shadow of the airplane slips acr...
For Chanukah I asked for a sleeping bag. The one of my mother got me had pink hearts on it, was made of flannel, and would keep me alive for about five seconds in subzero temperatures before I died of...
He was an average man. A man willing to accept things as they were, and, because of this, he lacked the potential to be in anyway original.
Holy shit, Bird, I whispered through my teeth. At least try to be normal. You have to at least try.
How little needs to stay the same for you to continue the effort they call, for lack of a better word, being human.
How you fall in love and it’s there that the work begins: day after day, year after year, you must dig yourself up, exhume the contents of your mind and soul for the other to sift through so that you...
I assumed it was someone trying to sell me something. They're always calling to sell. Once they said if I sent in a check for $99 I'd be pre-approved for a credit card, and I said, Right, sure, and if...
I know sometimes things are hard with Mum. She misses Dad, I said, which was like pointing out that a sky-scraper is tall. Uncle Julian nodded.
I scowled at the world. And the world scowled back. We were locked in a stare of mutual disgust.
If at large gatherings or parties, or around people with whom you feel distant, your hands sometimes hang awkwardly at the ends of your arms - i you find yourself at a loss for what do with them, over...
In the beginning it was always the same. But. I kept trying. Then one day I accidentally moved as the shutter clicked. A shadow appeared. The next time I saw the outline of my face, and a few weeks la...
It is impossible to distrust one's writing without awakening a deeper distrust in oneself.
It is not known that Litvinoff’s favorite flower was the peony. That his favorite form of punctuation was the question mark. That he had terrible dreams and could only fall asleep, if he could fall as...
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