I believe we must all retain, throughout our whole lives, a powerful memory of those early moments of life, a time when we were as much animal as human, the overwhelming feelings of helplessness and v...
Is it true that the literary world is mined with hatred, a battlefield rimmed with snipers where jealousies and rivalries are always being played out? asked the NPR interviewer of the distinguished au...
I Am the Architect of My Own Destiny,
It’s always good to start off anything by breaking a rule.
It would undo me, I think, to glimpse some familiar piece of clothing, or a certain book or photograph, or to catch a hint of your smell. And I don't want to be undone like that, oh my God, not with y...
Music has charms to soothe a savage breaste is what the playwright William Congreve actually wrote. But it's part of our mythology: a wild or angry animal calmed or tamed by music. Which makes sense,...
A friend of mine who is working on a memoir says, I hate the idea of writing as some kind of catharsis, because it seems like that can't possibly produce a good book.You cannot hope to console yoursel...
Wouldn’t it be easier if we just named all the cats Password?
Rather than write about what you know, you told us, write about what you Assume that you know very little and that you'll never know much until you learn how to see.
You can't hurry love, as the song goes. You can't hurry grief either.
Another question: why do people often find animal suffering harder to accept than the suffering of other human beings?
Do what is difficult because it is difficult. Do what will cost you the most. Who
Any writer worth his salt knows that only a small proportion of literature does more than partly compensate people for the damage they have suffered in learning to read. Rebecca West.
Writing poetry is like prayer, and prayer isn’t something you have to share with other people.
It’s not uncommon to wish to have known what a person you’ve come to love was like before you met them. It hurts, almost, not to have known what a beloved was like as a child. I have felt this way abo...
Why do I think you did it?Because you were trapped upside down in a tankful of water.Because you were weak and in pain.Because you were tired of fighting.
Tempted to put too much faith in the great male mind, remember this: It looked at cats and declared them gods. It looked at women and asked, Are they human? And, once that nut had been cracked: But do...
Nothing has changed. It’s still very simple. I miss him. I miss him every day. I miss him very much. But how would it be if that feeling was gone? I would not want that to happen. I told the shrink: i...
Here are more lines from The Great Gatsby. I liked to walk up Fifth Avenue and pick out romantic women from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no on...
Do what is difficult because it is difficult. Do what will cost you the most. Who these people?