by Tyler Malone

The Thomas Wolfe Memorial

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The pressure of meeting the expectations, his own and from others, of “genius” created personal stress that no doubt was a factor in Wolfe’s early death.

National Steinbeck Center

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“If the city of my birth should wish to perpetuate my name clearly but harmlessly,” Steinbeck once suggested, “let it name a bowling alley after me or a dog track or even a medium price, low-church brothel.”

Hemingway-Pfeiffer House

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Hemingway once explained: There’s nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. If that is the case, then there was much blood shed in this barn.

Simon Critchley

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Bowie . . . is the most important artist of the last forty years, for me, in any medium — any medium, books, anything.

Paul Holdengräber

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What we hide and what we try to obfuscate, what we avoid, the ways in which we deceive others and deceive ourselves — all this is so much a part of who we are.

Laura Sims

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Works of literature talk to each other; writers speak to each other through the ages. That’s exactly what Markson’s books bring up to the fore.

Black Francis

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You come up with a color, or you come up with a word, or you come up with a chord, which maybe seems random, and then you just sort of decide, well, random or not, this is the door that I am going to enter.

Simon Critchley

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In reading, we become ghosts. In reading, we can leave the Earth and, as it were, inhabit a different realm.

Paul Holdengräber

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I can’t keep myself from conversation. I urge you to read in solitude, but I also want to pull you out of that solitude and create some sort of dialogue.

Siri Hustvedt

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I am always on my way somewhere. I have never reached my destination.