“Houses do fall, people are drowned and left rotting, but the general outline of the town persists, swelling here, shrinking there, like some low but indestructible form of life. Inland, the prospect alters.” — Noah Lukeman Copy Share Image
Despite popular conviction, a writer needn't wear black, be unshaven, sickly and parade around New York's East Village spewing aphorisms and scaring children. — Noah Lukeman Copy Share Image
“We listen to and interact with others all day long, but rarely do we hear them, take them for who they are; instead we… — Noah Lukeman Copy Share Image
Personally, I am always more impressed by simplicity, clarity; it is the mark of a writer who knows his subject well and is secure… — Noah Lukeman Copy Share Image
“When an editor reads, he is not just reading but breaking sentences into fragments, worrying if the first half should be replaced with the… — Noah Lukeman Copy Share Image
“Houses do fall, people are drowned and left rotting, but the general outline of the town persists, swelling here, shrinking there, like some low… — Noah Lukeman Copy Share Image
In order to even begin to learn how to play his instrument, it takes the guitarist weeks to build calluses on his fingertips; it… — Noah Lukeman Copy Share Image
