QOTD

Why do we love our writing teachers so much? Why, years later, do we think of them with such gratitude? I think it’s because they come along when we need them most, when we are young and vulnerable and are tentatively approaching this craft that our culture doesn’t have much respect for, but which we … Continue reading QOTD

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HENRY:  I know it's him. Billy, Billy, Billy, the name keeps dropping, each time without significance, but it can't help itself. Hapless as a secret in a computer. Blip, blip. Billy, Billy. Talk to me. I'm sorry about the bedroom. ANNIE:  You should have put everything back. Everything would be the way it was. HENRY:  … Continue reading QOTD

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Why one writes is a question I can answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, … Continue reading QOTD

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               The stars over the Atlantic are dangling                salt crystals. The room at the Seashell Inn is                $20 a night; special winter off-season rate.                No one else here but us and the night clerk,                five floors below, alone with his cherished                stack of Spiderman. … Continue reading QOTD

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It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! Mark Twain