I got so good at writing to a budget, my brain was restricting myself. I'd write, "It's a stormy night." Then I'd… — Albert Brooks Copy Share Image
“She was forcing it with her scorn, the kiss she gave me, the hard curl of her lips, the mockery of her… — John Fante Copy Share Image
“The Poet Asks His Love to Write" Visceral love, living death, in vain, I wait your written word, and consider, with the… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
Man ever is and always shall be blessed; for he loves, and love is an onward current that never ebbs; and borne… — Frank C. Lockwood Copy Share Image
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