…the day had been both unprofitable and unsatisfactory, and he was wishing he could live it over again.

…the consequences of sex are often more memorable than the act itself.

…the child's heart bled when it was broken.

…the boundaries separating science, nonscience, and pseudoscience are much fuzzier and more permeable than (or, for that matter, most scientists) would have us believe. There is, in other words, no l...

…the Lake of Shining Waters was blue — blue — blue; not the changeful blue of spring, nor the pale azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast, serene blue, as if the water were past all modes and tenses...

…the Genesis story is just one that happened to have been adopted by one particular tribe of Middle Eastern herders. It has no more special status than the belief of a particular West African tribe th...

…the American reader cannot bear a surprise. He knows that this is the greatest country on earth…and evidence to the contrary is not admissible. That means no inconvenient facts, no new information. I...

…that's what old people are here for, — else their experience is of little use.

…such criticism and mockery are largely beside the point. All religious belief is a function of nonrational faith. And faith, by its very definition, tends to be impervious to to intellectual argument...

…sorrow was always the bedfellow of depravity.

…she'll go and fall in love, and there's an end of peace and fun, and cozy times together.

…she was one of those happily created beings who please without effort, make friends everywhere, and take life so gracefully and easily that less fortunate souls are tempted to believe that such are b...

…she was just like everyone else, she wanted to love someone. Even better if they loved you in return.

…she smiles in an exhausted but warm sort of way, as though she is a brilliant sun in some other galaxy

…she remembered watching a summer sunset from this very spot. Not so long ago; just a lifetime.

…she rejoiced as only mothers can in the good fortunes of their children.

…she never had what she wanted till she had given up hoping for,' said Mrs. Meg.

…she looked like Vivien, the Lady of the Lake, only she was fat and her lake was dust, sand and dust, bones and dust and sand.

…search for peace (harmony; undisturbedness from fears, agitating passions, and moral conflicts) and seek it eagerly. [Do not merely desire peaceful relations with God, with your fellowmen, and with y...

…reunions, she felt, were not much more than a scratching at the vague itch of memory. And like scratching, they rarely helped—indeed, scratching often made matters worse, as any dermatologist would t...