Strange satisfaction of organizing pencil crayons and sharpening them (the way I used to enjoy sharpening wax crayons as a kid
In Ireland we have the phenomenon known as a "Spoiled Priest." Unlike a spoiled child, this does not refer to a Priest throwing a temper tantrum.
(n.) Alt. of Memoirs
Write about small, self-contained incidents that are still vivid in your memory. If you remember them, it's because they contain a larger truth that your readers will recognize in their own lives. Thi...
We're not made to wallow in pleasure. Pleasure is joy's assassin.
We meet like sovereign princes of independent states, abroad, on neutral ground, freed from our contexts
I only had to drop acid once to know that Timothy Leary was right about questioning authority.Motorcycling is like life. There's nothing solid about it. Something not even the asphalt under your tires...
Families that feel together, heal together.
Leaving North Korea is not like leaving any other country. It is more like leaving another universe. I will never truly be free of its gravity, no matter how far I journey.
I was the problem and the solution.
Tomorrow! How sweet its prospects for a drunkard the night before. There is no better word. Before the earth hurls itself into sunshine, nothing is not possible.
All family stories are important, just as all people are important, and they deserve to be passed along.
Oh my!! How you've grown. Soon you'll be catching the Lord's balls.
Mr. Schlubb, the pear-shaped PE teacher, sent us all out to run half a dozen laps around a preposterously enormous cinder track. For the Greenwood kids—all of us white, marshmallowy, innately unphysic...
How many pages will it take to tell your story?
The interior life expands and fills; it approaches the edge of skin; it thickens with its own vivid story; it even begins to hear rumors, from beyond the horizon skin’s rim, of nations and wars. You w...
The dizzy rapture of starving. The power of needing nothing. By force of will I make myself the impossible sprite who lives on air, on water, on purity.
In writing you can always change the ending or delete a chapter that isn’t working. Life is uncooperative, impartial, incontestable.
How deluded we sometimes are by the clear notions we get out of books.
You are putting yourself in serious danger...'I think that I preferred to put myself in serious danger rather than confront my shame. My shame at not having become someone, the shame of not having mad...
There was no time to lose, no time to waste in rest or play. The life of the earth comes up with a rush in the springtime.