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I snapped my leg in two and lost the summer—six months on crutches and I’d be lucky if I didn’t limp for the rest of my life. I went to the ground for a slide tackle in a pickup soccer game and felt what turned out to be my tibia shoot through my skin.This was i…
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“It has taken me some days to sit at his desk.”
“clink: we sipped champagne out of handblown Venetian glass flutes, spread black caviar on blinis—glimmering ice, glimmering water”
“We are constantly afraid for many of our authors and friends as well as for ourselves. As a writer, you enter into this curious dilemma—you want your book to be read yet you don’t want it attracting attention, or, at any rate, the wrong kind o…
“Is your friend as pretty as you are? he asks. She’s a white girl, she answers. He tells her all white women look the same.”
Early Saturday afternoon the man who had introduced himself as Oliver took Ginny to several shops on Madison Avenue above 70th Street
“Had he not grieved so deeply, he never would have grown into the comedian he did”