There’s no right way to tell all stories, only the right way to tell a particular story.
Had he learned nothing from all those years of teaching Hawthorne? Through story after story he'd led his boys to consider the folly of obsession with purity - its roots sunk deep in pride, flowering condemnation and violence against others and self.
One of the last courses I taught was on the Russian short story, which I love.
The beauty of a fragment is that it still supports the hope of brilliant completeness.
Fearlessness in those without power is maddening to those who have it.
I love Chekhov. I could go on all day about him.