Andre Dubus
Andre Dubus
Andre Jules Dubus IIwas an American short story writer, essayist, and autobiographer...
belief element shyness strange truly
Shyness has a strange element of narcissism, a belief that how we look, how we perform, is truly important to other people.
bullying writing past
As a young victim of bullying and then, later, a vindictive perpetrator of violence myself, I've known both sides of this experience, and I tried very hard in the writing here to be as absolutely honest as I possibly could, to not romanticize myself or my past actions or cowardly inactions in any way.
mom dad reading
My dad and mom divorced when I was around ten, and I didn't live with him after that, though he was close by and we saw each other weekly. I wasn't really aware that he was a writer; I didn't start reading his writing until I was about fifteen. It occurred to me then that my dad was kind of special; he's still one of my favorite writers.
dad father writing
One of the accidental joys of my writing life has been that I've had some lovely, surprisingly good fortune with readers, and I've brought readers to my dad's work. I can't tell you the joy that gives me. Because my father's work was masterful.
short-love believe way
I love short stories because I believe they are the way we live,
daughter morning new-york
Travel by air is not travel at all, but simply a change of location; so my wife and daughter and I went to San Francisco by train, leaving Boston on a Wednesday morning in June and, then after lunch in New York, boarding Amtrak's Broadway to Chicago.
teacher class sound
I know I learn a lot from the students in my class and I'm not just saying that to sound like some generous teacher.
land air campaigns
I wonder if politicians know less about the land, now that they campaign by air.
tired people listening
People fascinate the hell out of me. I never get tired of watching people, listening to people. The best part is not getting up in front of people but meeting people.
arms ghost embrace
Fear is a ghost; embrace your fear, and all you’ll see in your arms is yourself.