There are students that are scattered, who need to see something through to the finish, but I would say there are possibly more who do not entertain the leaps of the mind that need to be nurtured, and...
Now she and the widow had something in common, though loss did not pass from one person to another like a baton. It just formed a bigger and bigger pool of carriers. And she thought, scratching the co...
Her blush was the color of a coral reef, but smooth.
Don’t smile, he said.
We're like the couple on the sitcom that has good sparks but never get together for the sake of ratings.
Nothing...They're from nothing,' he said. 'They came in the book...I found the book and inside were these flowers...They were in the book when I bought it... I bought it used...Because they meant some...
I like to smile at the men who look mean so they know I believe in their better selves. That makes a difference in the world. This is how you might be able to reform a possible rapist without ever goi...
I bit into the oatmeal. Same levels- now the oats, well dried, but not so well watered, then the raisins, half tasteless, made from parched grapes, picked by thirsty workers, then the baker, rushed. T...
To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
The best way I can think to describe it, she said, ' is the way, when you're driving on the freeway at night how everyone can see the moon in their window. Every car on the road. Every car feels the m...
She looked over my shoulder once while I was texting, which was already annoying, and when I wrote lol she made a very clear point to me about how I was silent and not laughing out loud, not at all. I...
She is walking around the living room naked and
I want to be violated by insight.
I think it's good to smile at everybody so that everyone knows you love everyone. It's good for human pacifism.
But truthfully? Let me tell you what I honestly think. I think, maybe he hasn't even noticed that I'm gone. But. I have.
…kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
Your eyes shine, he said. How do they do that?Blood, she said.
You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.