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Children were strangers you loved because you could love. If they gave back love when they were grown you were ahead of the game.

Bernard Malamud

Revision is one of the exquisite pleasures of writing.
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Pleasure Revision Writing
No use fanning up hot coals when you have to walk across them.
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Across Anger Coal Hot
If your train’s on the wrong track every station you come to is the wrong station.
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Stations Track Train
Writers who can’t invent stories often substitute style for narrative. They remind me of the painter who couldn’t paint people, so he painted chairs.
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People Stories Style
You see in others who you are.
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Identity Who You Are
Without heroes, we are all plain people and don’t know how far we can go.
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Courage Inspirational Inspiring
To any writer: Teach yourself to work in uncertainty. Many writers are anxious when they begin, or try something new.
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Character Discipline Writing
Nationality isn’t soul.
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Nation Nationality Soul
Life is a tragedy full of joy.
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Follow Joy Life Your Heart
Reader, I am myself the subject of my book; you would be unreasonable to spend your leisure on so frivolous and so vain a matter.
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Book Frivolous Leisure Matter
When I don’t feel hurt, I hope they bury me.
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Bury Feels Hope Hurt
We have two lives, the life we learn with and the life we live with after that. Suffering is what brings us toward happiness.
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Life Live Suffering Two
I work with language. I love the flowers of afterthought.
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Afterthought Flower Language
There is in the darkness a unity, if you will, that cannot be achieved in any other environment, a blending of self with what the self perceives, and exquisite mystical experience.
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Dark Experiences Mystical Self
I fix what’s broken – except in the heart.
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Broken Expect Heart
I love metaphor. It provides two loaves where there seems to be one. Sometimes it throws in a load of fish.
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Metaphor Sometimes Two

Children were strangers you loved because you could love. If they gave back love when they were grown you were ahead of the game.

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