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He said he had come back to the prison because it was home.

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.

From the flight deck Gray could see home, wherever that might be.

Everything they needed was there. Everything they needed, they had.

I was thinking sex, she was thinking sex, but neither of us made a move.

He longed only for Claire’s strange seriousness, her silent focus.

“Elohim, we lasted through all the shit of training, and now it’s over.”

She countered the reverence of his efforts stroke by stroke, tit for tat.

He fell to the floor and begged the gods. The gods were silent.

Underestimate the beauty in the world and spill coffee down your shirt.

I should never have the notebook and the pencil in the right pockets.

He was gentle and slow, like a blind man washing dishes.

It’s another thing to have the beloved hesitate, silent, on the porch.

We need a silvery stream that banks as smoothly as a plane’s wing.

I didn’t trust her. Relationships like ours aren’t built on trust.

To resist him, I danced how he wanted, but made a mockery of it.

That’s why Mam drinks whiskey. That’s why he drinks whiskey too.

I grew accustomed to seeing the sun rise and set from the school.

He’s weirdly hard to pay attention to, even when he’s threatening you.

I hadn’t always liked being around my mother while she was alive.

Tobacco and dirty wool, rank alcoholic sweat. I liked him right away.

Keely finally stops crying when they step outside. The shock of cold.

Some days Barbie Chang wants to hang up her Asian boots.

I could not tell what visions were vanishing in the dying slave.

Like a ghost, he appeared at the entrance of his hermitage.

Your intelligence and charisma would serve you well in life.

How’s everything? It’s been forever! Things with me are pretty good.

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

It was the sixties, and I was in
college and incredibly restless.