Our posit on a curled hook, hanging straight like slaughtered beef in lockers of our chosen chill. Our sins and organs all contained. The cows had no choice. And I lament our still lives on their way to death. We shut down music in the mid-stream of a song. (Unwind, is all) we often say. …
"I know really good writers who live in New York City and work, but I can't. If I stayed there for five or six years, would I find a way to carve out a ritual solitude? Probably, yes. I am a writer; I'd find a way to do it."
What unified Baldwin's vision and made him unique were his great intelligence and his great passion; they informed, reflected, and expressed each other.
While you were out the world exploded, and I, at the time, was home, so I will be gone by the time you return.
"This whole issue of Latino, Hispanic or the sub-categories, Cuban-American or Mexican-American announces or establishes that we are so involved in shaping an identity. Using language as a category is a way to say who we are in front of a mirror. But in the end, words are perishable."
Prostitution must be legalized. If a person feels their best career opportunity is in the sex industry, it should be their right to pursue that line of work. Many well-educated, well-intentioned people have told me that it's in a sex worker's best interest for prostitution to be illegal, because legalizing it condones and legitimizes it. …
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The Summer River Although there is a bridge, my horse goes through the water
I can't recall exactly what triggered the incident, but it started like this: I was sitting on a sofa in a dimly lit room...gazing down at the face of a sleeping Marlon Brando...unable to resist the urge to do the unthinkable. Now, let me make one thing perfectly clear—none of what happened that night was …
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Aristotle provided a couple of insights that are useful in understanding certain trends in contemporary American fiction.
The bottle stops the clock.
