Sometimes language gets in the way of the story's feelings. The reader finds himself experiencing the language of the story rather than the story. The words sit there on the page like coins, with their own opacity, as though they're… — Leonard Michaels Copy Share Image
“March 6, 1961 I remembered a party in a house outside of Ann Arbor. There was a jazz band -- piano, bass, drums, and… — Leonard Michaels Copy Share Image
Of mystery there is no end. Of clarity, there is precious little. — Leonard Michaels Copy Share Image
Stories should be natural as apples, brief as lust, long as a thought. — Leonard Michaels Copy Share Image
“Something Evil I said, "Ikstein stands outside the door for a long time before he knocks. Did you suspect that? Did you suspect that… — Leonard Michaels Copy Share Image
The prose as such has to be singing the song the story is telling. — Leonard Michaels Copy Share Image
“Answers I began two hundred hours of continuous reading in the twelve hours that remained before examinations. Melvin Bloom my roommate flipped the pages… — Leonard Michaels Copy Share Image
There's hardly anywhere in literature where you don't find a triangle. — Leonard Michaels Copy Share Image
There is always something for which there is no accounting. Take, for example, the whole world. — Leonard Michaels Copy Share Image
Adultery is not about sex or romance. Ultimately, it is about how little we mean to one another. — Leonard Michaels Copy Share Image
