My circumstances of unrelieved responsibility and permanent distraction necessitated the short story form.
Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.
I'm always learning something. Learning never ends.
Booze takes a lot of time and effort if you're going to do a good job with it.
It's possible, in a poem or short story, to write about commonplace things and objects using commonplace but precise language, and to endow those thingsโa chair, a window curtain, a fork, a stone, a woman's earringโwith immense, even startling power.
A man without hands came to the door to sell me a photograph of my house. Except for the chrome hooks, he was an ordinary-looking man of fifty or so.