The features of character are carved out of adversity.
Oh my!! How you've grown. Soon you'll be catching the Lord's balls.
(n.) Alt. of Memoirs
So they all went away from the little log house. The shutters were over the windows, so the little house could not see them go. It stayed there inside the log fence, behind the two big oak trees that...
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...
I was the problem and the solution.
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...
The move away from writing poetry was gradual. It was a gentle slope into a muddy pond; it was a collection of choices. There was no one thing that took the pen from my hand. Life got in the way. Poet...
A fictionalised memoir of my father would be a failure as a novel.
I don't know where to start, one [writing student] will wail. Start with your childhood, I tell them. Plug your nose and jump in, and write down all your memories as truthfully as you can. Flannery O'...
In writing you can always change the ending or delete a chapter that isn’t working. Life is uncooperative, impartial, incontestable.
Suicide is a form of murder— premeditated murder. It isn’t something you do the first time you think of doing it. It takes some getting used to. And you need the means, the opportunity, the motive. A...
Her lips full and inviting, she has an infectious laugh and glassy cackle in her eyes, and a 2000 volt sexual charisma that beckons me like a fluff girl on scuffed knees.
The Marine Corps forced me to come home from Afghanistan. It's up to me to allow myself to come home.
Write them all down. The mistakes and the blessings and the places you cracked in two. Write the prayers and the tantrums. The sacred and the profane. The open roads and the closed doors. Nothing is p...
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Writing is...creating tattoos which are invisible, under your skin
But instability like mine needs considerable distance to pass for mere quirkiness.
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In late 1949, at two and a half years old, I arrived in Jamaica for the first time. I had crossed the Atlantic by air from England. My Jamaican father was studying in London, my European mother was si...
Standing in the shower, I feel something on the back of my leg that turns out to be my ass.
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