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'...
I had a head for religious ideas. They were the first ideas I ever encountered. They made other ideas seem mean....I had miles of Bible in memory: some perforce, but most by hap, like the words to son...
(n.) Alt. of Memoirs
There is, of course, always the personal satisfaction of writing down one's own experiences so they may be saved, caught and pinned under glass, hoarded against the winter of forgetfulness. Time has b...
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.
Even wondered about the difference?Autobiography: The usually self-serving accounts of personal accomplishments by a public figure.Memoir: The usually self-serving accounts of someone whose only accom...
Indie authors write, design, sell. Like magic, skip one and you make must read vanish.
It is an empty room, that afterwards, a soledad, and it sits there at the center of a person's life and waits to be filled.
A fictionalised memoir of my father would be a failure as a novel.
Mates, to my sisters and me, are seen mainly as shadows of the people they’re involved with. They move. They’re visible in direct sunlight. But because they don’t have access to our emotional buttons—...
Mistakes? That's why they put erasers on pencils.
The Marine Corps forced me to come home from Afghanistan. It's up to me to allow myself to come home.
Who have you helped today"?
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How many people have I heard claim their children as the greatest accomplishment and comfort of their lives? It's the thing they can always lean on during a metaphysical crisis, or a moment of doubt a...
Reading wasn't an attempt to educate myself. It was my chief escape from a world that, although gorgeous in landscape and rich with mountain culture, didn't provide what I needed—the promise of advent...
The thought of killing myself had slowed me down to five miles per hour. The thought of killing someone else stopped me completely.
There was no better path to autonomy for an ambitious young businesswoman than to be married off to a respectable corpse.
The features of character are carved out of adversity.
Tatiana is a ridiculously curvy thing of dreams, with smooth succulent thighs, long strawberry blond cascading beneath a teal bandana, and a nympho sparkle in her eyes that says pick me, lick me, span...
With patience and perseverance my day will come!
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