When the words pour out of you just right, you understand that these sentences are all part of a river flowing out of your own distant, hidden ranges, and all words become the dissolving snow that fee...
. . . I have come to revere words like democracy and freedom, the right to vote, the incomprehensibly beautiful origins of my country, and the grandeur of the extraordinary vision of the founding fath...
We set down feasts for each other and treated our love with tongues of fire. Our bodies were fields of wonder to us.
I dislike poor teachers. They are criminals to me. I’ve seen so much cruelty toward children. I’ve seen so many children not given the opportunity to live up to their potential as human beings.
I realize words are never enough; they stutter and cleave to the roof of my mouth.
I had come to Charleston as a young boy, a lonely visitor slouching through its well-tended streets, a young boy, lean and grassy, who grew fluent in his devotion and appreciation of that city's inest...
But no one walks out of his family without reprisals: a family is too disciplined an army to offer compassion to its deserters.
Do you think that Hemingway knew he was a writer at twenty years old? No, he did not. Or Fitzgerald, or Wolfe. This is a difficult concept to grasp. Hemingway didn't know he was Ernest Hemingway when...