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There are parts of a man that are born again with each of his daughters.

I must never go to the garden without a heavy stick or a corn-knife.

I keep dripping milk until I’m sitting in a pool of it, sticky, white. I can’t move.

She rocks quickly from side to side, proud, lifting herself higher.

I sensed that a name defined who I was and would be in the future.

I’ve read this novel at various stages of my life and I feel as if I know Isabel.

“The Sentry” taught me that all true laughter has tears behind it.

I’ve found that love has provided my life’s happiest moments.

A more typical writing day for me is being constantly interrupted.

A friend of my father’s once told me, “You’ll never be a writer.”

Favorite character? What a question. It’s like choosing a favorite child.

I once heard in a sermon, “Choose the important over the urgent.”

Every really good book on first reading is life changing.

I simply wrapped my arms around Maxey and held on for dear life.

Love is not something you wait for passively, but a practice.

The Great Gatsby had an awful, detrimental effect on me.

Best part of the day? The part when I come up with an idea for a cartoon.

I don’t own a smartphone and never will. I’ve never sent a text.

Love’s not all that fun, but it saves you. And you should be saved.

One of my stories was rejected by a journal as “theatrical and self-limiting.”

I like to think of love as something that one should keep feeding, like a fire.

“Nobody asked you to write.” Over time, I realized it was a magic key.

A grin of bitterness swept thereby like an ominous bird a-wing.

If he was going to pick me up, the least he could do was look at me.

Some goals: stop buying jeans. Stop being angry at mom/dad/sister.

Dad was blind until six months ago, when he bumped his head in the fire.

Even then (Colin remembers now), it felt like the end of something.