In creation myths, a god shapes mud or clay into living form, much like a potter throws a pot or a sculptor reveals the statue within a block of marble. But a writer has to create his own clay or… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
Our plans for the future made us laugh and feel close, but those same plans somehow made anything more than temporary between us seem… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
Héctor Tobar's accomplished first novel affords a perspective that is overdue and urgently needed in North American literature- -an insider's vision of L.A. as… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
“Rather than feeling that every moment you’ve got to exert this enormous control, you can take the attitude that your job as a writer… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
In 'Labor Day Hurricane, 1935,' Douglas Trevor vividly recreates a historical event. While that is the only story in A THIN TEAR IN THE… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
“Perhaps it's something other than insomnia, to lie listening to children yelling as if they've re-created light; to try to dream, but succeed only… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
Loaded with note cards for research papers that I was hopelessly behind on, I'd enter the Public Library only to end up wandering around… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, in a tight game with runners on, digging in at short, ready to break with the ball, a peace I'd never felt before… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
But we didn't, not in the moonlight, or by the phosphorescent lanterns of lightning bugs in your back yard, not beneath the constellations we… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
“I had this sudden awareness,' she continues, 'of how the moments of our lives go out of existence before we're conscious of having lived… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
“In summer, waiting for night, we’d pose against the afterglow on corners, watching traffic cruise through the neighborhood. Sometimes, a car would go by… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
“What art does is give us the refinement, all the shades of meaning, of emoting, that we don’t have language for. What fascinates me… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
