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Theory & Craftexpand_moreOmens from the Lord, or Nature, the clouds, some darker silhouette.
Enough with the stranger, their transcendent experience of art.
They rose before us under a halo of lights like figures in a shrine.
If Vann kisses her, a mist will rise in her brain. A promise of oblivion.
Lori & Garry Marshall
We are good at thinking we can stay. We are good at finding hurt.
What about writers who come suddenly into full power late in life?
What about writers who come suddenly into full power late in life?
If he could not evade a serious question by a joke, he bolted.
This is a novel that contains more than its actuarial share of falls.
The gravest season and least understood is more than pale heads
Literary gatherings are a nightmare because writers have no shop talk.
There were so many tired, frayed words thick in the air around her.
You’re supposed to hit is the bull’s-eye, that black spot, precise spot.
No more laughing like the waves. No more ocean of words to drink from.
