Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.
Here is all I ask of a book- give me everything. Everything, and don't leave out a single word.
I can't pass a bookstore without slipping inside, looking for the next book that will burn my hand when I touch its jacket, or hand me over a promissory note of such immense power that it contains the...
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.
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...
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...
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