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You sounded so confident about the Old Masters and I loved you for that.
She had boyfriends before she met him. Well, not really boyfriends.
A little music. An empty bottle of whiskey. It’s a little like cheating.
All down my street the new fathers beat the kingness out of the kings.
She holds her smile like a note sustained at the end of a phrase.
Words appear like the answer to a question I hadn’t yet asked.
A little music. An empty bottle of whiskey. It’s a little like cheating.
Our crowns are made of dead hair and get swept out with the trash.
The Warsaw Pact invaded in 1968 and soon banned Hrabal’s work.
The legendary author Robert Stone, in the words of his friends.
She’d lifted the plot from a TV show she’d watched the night before.
I was bold, even reckless, in what I wrote, and in how I wrote it.
An eye trained only for darkness makes for a lesser path, in art as in life.
Kids were just let out of school to spend the summer running in packs.
Last year alone, every American choked to death on a red balloon.
Carol Edgarian
We have mysterious inclinations. No one can explain it to us.
The grass is always greener in the cemetery, was a joke I made to Jed.
This has been a good day. First the milestone of getting to page 300.
“It means,” Stoner said again, and could not finish what he had begun.
I think of each story as a big circle that’s all around me and I’m in the center.
They drink hard liquor and growl about which musicians are hot.
The consensus was that all the great writers drank way too much.
“I am not in the least fond of Venice. I should like to go far away!”
“I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”
I have to say I am relieved it is over: at the end I could feel only pity.