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Nonfiction

Nonfiction
He’d be buried in the town he so desperately wanted to leave.
Story of the Week
I don’t want fiction. What I want is truth. Or someone’s version of it.
Nonfiction
Progressive stages of revision eliminate incidence in favor of essence.
Nonfiction
Art touches the soul and moves life in ways that commerce cannot. E. L. Doctorow noted that writers seem to get business ideas almost right.
Interviews
I used bravado to protect myself when we lived in poverty.
Nonfiction
We take our solace, in a time of malaise and mourning, in the close-at-hand.
Nonfiction
My grandfather committed my grandmother to a mental asylum.
Nonfiction
Neither blood nor belonging accounted for my presence in Ghana.
Nonfiction
I want to focus on bears. On knowing them, and on what they need.
Story of the Week
Man is always beginning everything anew, even in his own life.
Story of the Week
The survival of our world depends upon the cultivation of better language.
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Nonfiction
Advance planning was never Hank’s strong suit, he had to leave her.
Nonfiction
I was convinced she’d be back in the morning, like the sun.
Story of the Week
There were more whispered speculations about his relative sobriety.
Nonfiction
Fiction, no matter how short or long, is the art form of human yearning.
Nonfiction
We never really had what might be considered a normal conversation.
Story of the Week
Americans have always a kind of tenderness for cheat.
Story of the Week
After breakfast I set out to see what my wild neighbors have been up to.
Narrative Outloud
I was writing copy for cheapo furniture for a crummy ad agency.
Nonfiction
Identify where you came from, where you are, and where you wish to go.
Nonfiction
He said he had come back to the prison because it was home.
Story of the Week
The event was an accelerator. So much matter crashed, vaporized.
Interviews
The excuse, of course, was that men had to support families.
Interviews
I recoil from the certitude that religion can give a person; it’s horrific.
Story of the Week
I should never have the notebook and the pencil in the right pockets.
Narrative “Tell Me A Story” High School Contest
Women should hate it when people whistle at their backs as they walk past.
Nonfiction
Later, in a sudden about-face, she gives herself to him entirely.