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Nonfiction
Nonfiction
At nineteen you were six-foot-two. At ninety-one you will be two-foot-six.
Interviews - Audio/Video
Poets need to be
in constant touch with the extremes of feeling.
in constant touch with the extremes of feeling.
Nonfiction
Time, now more than ever, is of the essence. Time is all there is.
Classics
The ideal way of presenting character is to invite perception.
Nonfiction
This is all there is. Nothing else. No heaven and no hell, okay?
Story of the Week
Goretti was a victim perfect for her time, an icon of Catholic sexual politics.
Masterpieces
He wrote and rewrote endlessly, and rose at night to reread pages.
Story of the Week
There is hardly a rich man in the world who has not such a friend.
Nonfiction
Logic is such an elegant weapon; and religion, such an easy target.
Story of the Week
Having a sister or a friend is like sitting at night in a lighted house.
Story of the Week
“I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.”
Story of the Week
The longing to know hovered like a star above this child-woman.
Story of the Week
I do not intend in these pages to put in a plea for this little novel.
Story of the Week
Children, this is what a bad dream looks like, our teacher said.
Nonfiction
Perhaps more than ever writers may have two kinds of fame.
Story of the Week
For my part, I do not want a Happy Christmas: I want a Merry Christmas.
Nonfiction
I found it impossible not to imagine a radiant future for myself.
Nonfiction
The hut was cluttered with the skulls and bones of small animals.
Story of the Week
The proper qualities of each sex are eternally surprising to the other.
Nonfiction
This is a crafty story and things are not what they seem to be.
Story of the Week
That, indeed, is very nearly the whole of the higher artistic process.
Story of the Week
An awkward, unscientific lie is often as ineffectual as the truth.
Story of the Week
“How is it fair that you know who I am but I have to guess about you?”
Nonfiction
He could see I was American, but I thought he was unlikely to harm me.
Interviews
When he died earlier this year an enormous hole was left in my life.
Nonfiction
I understood that life could end without warning, even young lives.
Story of the Week
I cradled the lifeless bird in my hand and marveled at its beauty.
Story of the Week
It was enough to make the most hardened veteran drop his guard.