Progressive stages of revision eliminate incidence in favor of essence.
The distant past returned—what part of it, he could not decide.
I used bravado to protect myself when we lived in poverty.
The preacher looked me in the eye. He laid his hand on my chest.
My grandfather committed my grandmother to a mental asylum.
Lebanon’s dreams of a homeland were fading with every rocket launch.
I want to focus on bears. On knowing them, and on what they need.
The hawk moves out of the way to let a little hot package of breath rise up.
The survival of our world depends upon the cultivation of better language.
Chess was a humiliation that hung over him like a leper’s bell.
Advance planning was never Hank’s strong suit, he had to leave her.
Fiction, no matter how short or long, is the art form of human yearning.
I grabbed him by the face and told him life only comes to a person once.
Since I am in my seventies, it is now or never, and I know it.
Identify where you came from, where you are, and where you wish to go.
They taught us do not touch it, but who can keep from touching it?
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.
The excuse, of course, was that men had to support families.
We will use my entire bed and all my dishes, make dirty each chair.
Devanand Simon was twenty-five when the bodies fell from the sky.
If everyone’s lost on the roads, you might as well fly. Enjoy your life.
He fell to the floor and begged the gods. The gods were silent.
Karen was, in that moment, nothing, emptiness. She was oblivion.
For one hundred years I followed old people to learn what I was in for.
I let the baby mouse live because I cannot kill what has ears.
We are like a village here, separated from the rest of the world.
He was gentle and slow, like a blind man washing dishes.
When push comes to shove, I can get downright Aeolian on you, son.
Women should hate it when people whistle at their backs as they walk past.