My father's parents were Irish. Only a year before my father died, he and I went back to Ireland for a week to look at the old homestead.
From John C. Hawkes
My mother wanted very much to play tennis; she wanted, most of all, to be a singer and play the piano.
I remember my mother finding mud somehow and putting it on the sting.
When we lived in Juneau, Alaska, it was a town of about 7,000 people, and totally isolated; the only way to get to it was by ship.
Really, I didn't like Alaska. It rained, almost every day, at least 300 days out of the year.
I had to go to Sunday school once or twice in my life, and that's where I commented someplace on hearing.
I was not typical. Whatever typical or normal is, I was somehow separated and different.
I want prose fiction to be recognized as that, and I'm not interested in writing as it becomes more personal.
On the night before we were married, all of the anxiety in the world came down upon me.
I didn't for a moment doubt the choice, but if life is ever fearsome, it is truly fearsome then.
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