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He loathed them most, despising their desire to get on with things.

Picture the thing you want most. True love? A new car? Let it go.

Donald Hall

So sault means “jump,” as in sauter in France, but not in New France!

In the photograph we look nearly the same. Heft and hewn.

I saw her drunk, with bleary eyes, tousled hair, and a hideous grin.

Lee has taken on several of the great novelists of the past century.

We were assigned straight to the lion’s muzzle, the Sardasht front.

It was more fun to get drunk with a friend than with a lover.

That cold green streak morning had nothing in common with us.

It’s not the sun and all its colonies that miss you—it’s the frailest barriers.

In the story she was a dripping, chocolate-covered vamp.

Now only the single syllable that is the beloved, that is the world.

No author dodged readers who were indifferent to masterpieces.

Make haste, my love, I am redrawing the scale of escape.

“Happy? Nabokov died yesterday, we all move up a notch.”

Her body is no longer the source of pleasure but constant pain.

Everything white is a white spider. The spider spins regardless of color.

The power to alter one’s life comes from a paragraph, a lone remark.

I’ve wavered in confidence, but never on whether I was going to write.

Someone says Jesus is bread. He is also suffering. He is like the Internet.

One of the most important human capacities is compassion.

Their eyes met from time to time. I thought about what I could tell her.

I came to computers while trying to run away from literature.

I’m told that even during war, she took the time to put on lipstick.

That is a building. That is a tree. That is a yellow car. That is a curb.

Your voice on the phone, a gesundt in dein keppel you blessed my head.