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July 1991It is not your obligation to complete your work, but you are not at liberty to quit.
The Talmud
June 1991Illness is the most heeded of doctors. To goodness and wisdom we make only promises; pain we obey.
Marcel Proust
Miss Eva Hodges, my piano teacher for eight years, now deceased, would be gratified to learn that I bought the Steinway. She’d be proud of me.
By Jake GaskinsMarch 1991“The Fat Fucker showed up,” he said, mopping his plate with a biscuit. Robert nodded, acknowledging that he knew who Edsel was talking about, but wasn’t ready to speak himself until he’d concluded a particularly sensual moment with Ellen’s cooking.
By John C. RichardsFebruary 1991Through rain and sun and fog, through snows that melted before he was done with them, in winds that screamed at him, the painter stamped and shouted and reached out with his brush to catch the light before it was gone.
By Eleanore DevineFebruary 1991Father never sold a single painting. He gave them away. He walked the streets in the early morning haze, avoiding crowds and lighted avenues, and handed his work to a face he admired. He never gave his work to anyone he knew, only strangers.
By Matthew HellerOctober 1990August 1990Hell is made up of yearnings. The wicked don’t roast on beds of nails; they sit on comfortable chairs and are tortured with yearnings.
Isaac Bashevis Singer
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