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Narrative 10

I’ve read this novel at various stages of my life and I feel as if I know Isabel.

Narrative 10

In real life, my favorite character, so to speak, is Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

Narrative 10

A more typical writing day for me is being constantly interrupted.

Narrative 10

Henry Chinaski is just so deplorable and lovable; he makes me laugh.

Narrative 10

It’s best for my heart to have hours and hours each day to write.

Narrative 10

Love’s not all that fun, but it saves you. And you should be saved.

Narrative 10

I once heard in a sermon, “Choose the important over the urgent.”

Narrative 10

Every really good book on first reading is life changing.

Narrative 10

I love talking to girls. That’s why I’ve written so much about them.

Narrative 10

Love is not something you wait for passively, but a practice.

Narrative 10

Love is the difference between a full life and an empty one.

Narrative 10

Love enlarges. What you put out into the world, you get back tenfold.

Narrative 10

My grandmother read one of my early stories and warned—don’t force your muse.

Narrative 10

Favorite character? What a question. It’s like choosing a favorite child.

Narrative 10

I usually get my best writing done at night or at the close of day.

Narrative 10

The Great Gatsby had an awful, detrimental effect on me.

Narrative 10

I’ve found that love has provided my life’s happiest moments.

Narrative 10

I like to think of love as something that one should keep feeding, like a fire.

Narrative 10

Best part of the day? The part when I come up with an idea for a cartoon.

Narrative 10

The story of racism does not simply happen to people of color.

Narrative 10

I know now not to measure my insides against others’ outsides.

Narrative 10

How does he do it? I’ve been trying to figure this out for the past decade.

Narrative 10

I wish I could tell her that we aren’t supposed to know why we’re here.

Narrative 10

Most days, at the pool, we are able to leave our troubles on land behind.

Narrative 10

“The Sentry” taught me that all true laughter has tears behind it.

Narrative 10

Art doesn’t conform to a capitalist’s ratio of productivity to time.

Narrative at The Lab

Nighthawk: Recollections of a Lost Time

Insomnia! There is a sickly romance to the affliction—initially.

Not an Elegy

For today, fuck it, it’s snowing, stay in. Eat your Wheaties dry.

Notes Nearing Ninety

At nineteen you were six-foot-two. At ninety-one you will be two-foot-six.