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Nonfiction

Nonfiction
Only one constant existed: I wrote. Writing was my center of gravity.
Nonfiction
Mentors can suggest to you what more you are capable of.
Story of the Week
With my lime-green nitrile gloves I carried him around to the others.
Story of the Week
If the kind hearts had fat purses, how much better everything would go!
Story of the Week
She wags her index finger so furiously that I’m certain it will snap off.
Story of the Week
Heaven preserve me from the Epidemic of a Proud Ignorance!
Nonfiction
My wife had time to form a thought: I have killed my daughter.
Narrative 10
I’m a big fan of then. A novel needs a lot of thens.
Nonfiction
“What would Toby do?” is a question that often appears in my mind.
Narrative Taste
Dining at Bocuse wasn’t about food, but about pleasure in all its forms.
Story of the Week
Cruelty is cruelty and you don’t ask why, you just hit first and hit hard.
Story of the Week
The future of the book began to appear among imaginary woods.
Story of the Week
What were the unsafe things to say even in a thirty-year marriage?
Nonfiction
Though I’ve never killed anything myself, I’ve been complicit.
Nonfiction
I wanted to be a citizen of the empire called American Express.
Narrative 10
Every really good book on first reading is life changing.
Narrative 10
Best part of the day? The part when I come up with an idea for a cartoon.
Narrative 10
Writing is about toeing the line of confidence and terror.
Narrative 10
Dr. Seuss taught me something about the way words can be used.
Narrative 10
It helped me free myself from a longtime source of unhappiness.
Narrative 10
A more typical writing day for me is being constantly interrupted.
Narrative 10
Art doesn’t conform to a capitalist’s ratio of productivity to time.
Narrative 10
How does he do it? I’ve been trying to figure this out for the past decade.
Narrative 10
I simply wrapped my arms around Maxey and held on for dear life.
Narrative 10
Henry Chinaski is just so deplorable and lovable; he makes me laugh.
Narrative 10
Love is not something you wait for passively, but a practice.
Narrative 10
Love’s not all that fun, but it saves you. And you should be saved.
Narrative 10
I know now not to measure my insides against others’ outsides.
Narrative 10
Love enlarges. What you put out into the world, you get back tenfold.