God is love, we are told. But Exodus tells us that God Himself says only that "I Am Who Am."
Self-criticism is integral to our sense of self. What does this unrelenting, unforgiving, internal nag want? That hazards question... I am Rich?
The biographer: glutton for anecdote, scavenger of detail, prisoner to tired conventions of chronology and storytelling ...
she’s been immersed in
serving food to schoolchildren.
“My son, look at my hands,
imagine what you can accomplish
Maria Imrichova school cook Vrbov
From Gilgamesh on, theafterlife has taken many guises. Our view is an incoherent projection of needs and impulses, irreconcilably at odds
Literary history is male-dominated. Literary journalism, too. But rest assured it is History of winners