And yet it was also true that the tumor could not be removed by our doctor, and as a result of that a strange medication had been given him that enabled my brother to become even more of an enigma tha...
Happy birthday, she said. And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake.
It takes both sides to build a bridge.
While there may not be a book in every one of us, there is so often a damned good short story.
For me, the short story is not a character sketch, a mouse trap, an epiphany, a slice of suburban life. It is the flowering of a symbol center. It is a poem grafted onto sturdier stock.
The Scottish sun, shocked by having its usual cloudy underpinnings stripped away, shone feverishly, embarrassed by its nakedness.
This person has hoped and dreamed and now it is really happening and this person can hardly believe it. But believing is not an issue here, the time for faith and fantasy is over, it is really really...
They were each like a mirror for the other, reflecting the changes in themselves.
As though she had entered a fable, as though she were no more than words crawling along a dry page, or as though she were becoming that page itself, that surface on which her story would be written an...
I have read that long ago there was a land of glass castles that sank beneath the sea. It was not called Atlantis, but Lyonesse. This happened before history and across the ocean, but when I was littl...
The short story, I should point out, is perforce a labor of love in today's literary world; there's precious little economic incentive to write one...
She craved a family, not having had enough of one to understand what a pain in the ass it was.
You know," Daddy said, "it's some that can live their whole life out without asking about it and it's others has to know why it is, and this boy is one of the latters. He's going to be into everything...
He had read much of things as they are, and talked with too many people. Well-meaning philosophers had taught him to look into the logical relations of things, and analyse the processes which shaped h...
I was cautious in what I said before the young lady; for I could not be sure that she was sane; and, in fact, there was a certain restless brilliancy about her eyes that half led me to imagine she was...
I learned there were lots of realities in the world.
She had a new secret, the strenght of the moon, looking at her
I hate complaining to strangers -- you can only complain satisfactorily to people you know really well.
Diabetes is passed that way -- over and down, like a knight in chess.
I believe that because I had obtained a wife who was made up of wife-signs (beauty, charm, softness, perfume, cookery) I had found love.
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