“Cautiously his foot explored, wiggled as it could, and finally felt warm flesh under the pants leg.” — David Leavitt Copy Share Image
The Term Paper Artist' represents two models of writing, one of the little boy bouncing his ball, generating stories for the sheer pleasure of… — David Leavitt Copy Share Image
I could hear the knock and whistle of the water pipes, the purr of the calico cat. And at that moment a happiness filled… — David Leavitt Copy Share Image
“Hope had stolen into his life just as he was growing comfortable with despair.” — David Leavitt Copy Share Image
It was an instinct to put the world in order that powered her mending split infinitives and snipping off dangling participles, smoothing away the… — David Leavitt Copy Share Image
In a memoir, I think, the contract implies a certain degree of truth. I think you have to be as true to your memory… — David Leavitt Copy Share Image
Obviously any fiction is going to be a combination of what is invented, what is overheard, what is experienced, what is experienced by people… — David Leavitt Copy Share Image
“Cautiously his foot explored, wiggled as it could, and finally felt warm flesh under the pants leg.” — David Leavitt Copy Share Image
It is so common to write autobiographical fiction in which your own experience is thinly disguised. — David Leavitt Copy Share Image
We all spend so much time worrying about the future that the present moment slips right out of our hands. And so all we… — David Leavitt Copy Share Image
