Nell Zink Is A Writer Of Extraordinary

I Really Enjoy Doing Both, But I Didn't Write Nonfiction Until 1994.

Here Was A Torture That Greek Inventors Of The Feast And The Stone Had Omitted From Their Hades: The Blanket Of Self-deception. A Lovely Warm Blanket As Far As It Covered The Soul In Torment, But It Never Quite Covered Everything.

You See More Sitting Still Than Chasing After.

You Encountered A Misery Near The End Of The Day And It Took A While To Gauge Its Full Extent. Some Miseries Had Sharp Curvature And Could Be Negotiated Readily. Others Had Almost No Curvature And You Knew You'd Be Spending Hours Turning The Corner. Great Whopping-big Planet-sized Miseries.

It's Healthy To Say Uncle When Your Bone's About To Break.