It was an instinct to put the world in order that powered her mending split infinitives and snipping off dangling participles, smoothing away the knots and bumps until the prose before her took on a sheen, like perfect caramel. — 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
