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Stories
Nonfiction
I came to computers while trying to run away from literature.
Nonfiction
Horses in those days were celebrities in their own right.
Story of the Week
“A book is an ax,” Franz Kafka once said, “for the frozen sea within.”
Spring Contest Winners
Their breath rose in small clouds. Their flag rippled above them.
Nonfiction
“We know what can happen,” Mike says. “We choose to do this.”
Narrative on the Road
We skip across the surface like a stone slung by a giant travel agent.
Nonfiction
I wanted to be a citizen of the empire called American Express.
Nonfiction
Mentors can suggest to you what more you are capable of.
Nonfiction
My wife had time to form a thought: I have killed my daughter.
Narrative Taste
Dining at Bocuse wasn’t about food, but about pleasure in all its forms.
Story of the Week
The future of the book began to appear among imaginary woods.
Story of the Week
The proper qualities of each sex are eternally surprising to the other.
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
At nineteen you were six-foot-two. At ninety-one you will be two-foot-six.
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?
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
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
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.
