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I would tell the story from the teenage girl’s point of view

My novel was stuck one hundred pages in. I had not been able to commit a word to paper since we had moved to New York six months before. Sometimes a writer gets stuck because she is at a loss as to what comes next. Sometimes a writer knows too much about what comes next and is paralyzed by her own …

—p.106 Consent: A Memoir by Jill Ciment
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wisdom without the loss of vitality

I need to emphasize here that not only was Arnold drawn to youth, but that youth was drawn to Arnold. Within minutes, he vanquished their bemused expressions with the intensity of his concentration: He did not so much look at art as dissect it. He walked from portrait to portrait, cocked his head t…

—p.101 by Jill Ciment
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where did Arnold get his energy?

We were both in a fervent state of uncharted creativity—me for the first time, him for the second. We pulled all-nighters and still managed to make love afterward. We critiqued each other’s work—brutally, lavishly, meticulously—not as teacher and pupil, but as collaborators. If I saw something lack…

—p.97 by Jill Ciment
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all that six decades does to a body

Nudity is different than nakedness. To be naked is to be oneself. To be nude is to be seen naked by others. In Arnold’s life drawing classes, I did not learn to draw a naked body; I learned to draw a nude. He taught me to seek out the body’s imperfections and irregularities to make my drawings dyna…

—p.95 by Jill Ciment
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his unshakable confidence in my intellect

That night, Arnold sat me down at his typewriter because he could see that holding a pencil had prompted me to confuse handwriting with drawing. He assured me that if I could learn to draw, I could learn to write. His unshakable confidence in my intellect quieted my terrors. An age-appropriate boyf…

—p.91 by Jill Ciment