Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.

Vulgarity begins when imagination succumbs to the explicit.

Take, for example, the African jungle, the home of the cheetah. On whom does the cheetah prey? The old, the sick, the wounded, the weak, the very young, but never the strong. Lesson: If you would not...

You're afraid. Of yourself more than anyone else in the world.

Writing is the only way I have to explain my own life to myself.

Wonderful folk, Elves, sir! Wonderful!' 'They are,' said Frodo. 'Do you like them still, now you have had a closer view?

Who is it who decides that one man should live and another should die? My life wasn't worth any more than his, but he's the one who's buried, while I get to enjoy at least a few more hours above the g...

What would have made [seeing Göbekli Tepe from Harran] easier, in antiquity, would have been a tall tower annexed to the temple that once stood here--a temple dedicated to (usually contracted to ), t...

What is it like when you lose someone you love? Jane asked.You die, too. And you wait around for your body to catch up.

What does God want? Does God want goodness or the choice of goodness? Is a man who chooses the bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him?

We perhaps know more than we care to admit, keeping it down in the dark places of our memory-disavowed. When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortur...

Treatment for dependency at substance abuse treatment centers must change if alcoholism and addiction are to be overcome in our society.

There are no happy endings, he knew, because nothing ends; and if there were any being dispensed, a great many worthier people would be in line for them long before Michael and Laura and himself. But...

Then the front doorbell (already too long delayed by my rambling narrative) rang.

The eastern sky was red as coals in a forge, lighting up the flats along the river. Dew had wet the million needles of the chaparral, and when the rim of the sun edged over the horizon the chaparral s...

That night, I hated father. He smelt of cabbage. There was cigarette ash all over his trousers. His untidy moustache was yellower and viler than ever with nicotine, and he took no notice of me. He sim...

Ren frowned as he surveyed the madness they were knee-deep in. Why are you under such heavy fire?Nick gave him a droll stare. Oh, I don’t know. But we’re really enjoying it. Fear has such a wonderfull...

No hay memoria a quien el tiempo no acabe, ni dolor que muerte no le consuma.

Megan stepping back let her glance switch from Alma to Isabel and return to Alma. No doubt about it, thought Megan. Created as much alike as any sisters ever had been, their resemblance started with t...

Many critics of the Crusades would seem to suppose that after the Muslims had overrun a major portion of Christendom, they should have been ignored or forgiven; suggestions have been made about turnin...