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I wanted from my father what I had never wanted or sought: his advice.

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Our lives are often shaped by small, seemingly trivial choices.

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My advice can be succinctly expressed in three words: Persist, persist, persist!

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Getting answers is easy. The difficult thing is knowing the right questions.

Story of the Week

I am always hungry & wanting to have sex. This is a fact.

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If they don’t give you a seat at the table, bring a folding chair.

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You can get anyone to sleep with you—if you want it bad enough.

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Follow your dog, and you might just live to write for another day.

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To see—and to see properly—is the writer’s central responsibility.

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Abandon the idea that arts and sciences are mutually exclusive.

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Reviewers are curs and their opinions are not to be taken seriously.

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Needless to say, when it was my night to read I was beyond terrified.

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It holds a place in my heart: Never forget the suspenders.

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Truths don’t eclipse each other—they only complicate each other.

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I worry that I will be kidnapped by my cab driver and driven to an ATM.

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Rebecca Seiferle

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Tina Nettesheim

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Writing is a subversive activity that exempts you from the rules.

Story of the Week

His hands were the last to go under, pressed together into a little steeple.

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I asked for water, and he shot me a look of henpecked resentment.

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We loaded the packs and started down, into the bluing of dusk.

Story of the Week

This Lee was a woman, and she was a painter, and she was good.

Story of the Week

The story doesn’t begin until the van breaks down, I always say.

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The store was one of his last-ditch efforts to make a pile of money.

Narrative By Hand

Some people are so beautiful they belong everywhere that they go.

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My parents had seven children; some of us have bank accounts.

Narrative By Hand

You could not look at Leila for long, and yet you longed to look at her.

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Narrative By Hand

Ed McClanahan

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The notebooks reveal insertions, deletions, queries, and corrections.