A small grazing gesture ignites the need for closer, and breaks the surface of the water, never in you enough, gulping air, never contain you enough, on dry land now, never hold you enough, the desert...
Anthony has experienced the feeling before—no matter where he is, there is something about people’s struggles to keep their memories that bruises his heart, because it’s too soft to break. The world i...
As time went by, it mattered less and less that in 1969 a rocket went from Florida to the moon and men walked there. Good men. People's dads. Those were only events, scattered in time. Draw them close...
For once, Frances is stripped of irony. She is in the presence of something bigger--namely Herself. Or at least the self implied by her new body. This is how the Blessed Virgin visits us. She inhabits...
Frances is a diamond, passed from filthy paw to paw but never diminished. The men who handle her can leave no mark because her worth is far above them. Hard, helpless, buried. You can hear it in her v...
Freedom consists of being insulated from the envy and ignorance of the unimportant people who temporarily surround her.
He felt, before he learned anything about where she came from, that the photographhad made them one.
It's his last thrill and his last sting of love, as fresh and painful as youth transplanted over time and an ocean. There is nothing left for him now except to die, but that will take a while because...
Lies like that are not a sin, they are a sacrifice.
No one knows it yet, but Cape Breton is a dress rehearsal for the Great Depression.
She is so beautiful. My Rose. Finer than sculpture, softer than sand. Rose, I'm kissing you now. Oh God, I have to kiss her. I will die if I don't kiss her, I know that now. It is a fact. I will die....
She learns a valuable lesson: if you think you are good, just try doing good. You’ll soon find out how inadequate your little drop of goodness is.
Somewhere inside his head he's still all there, but moved into a cramped rear apartment overlooking the old brain.
The MacKinnons were always new, always almost just like everyone else. Always next door to normal. It was like growing up in the witness protection program without changing your name.
There is love, there is music, there is no limit, there is work, there is the precious sense that this is the hour of grace when all things gather and distill to create the rest of my life. I don't be...
Well, what was wrong with it?We don't know, says James.That's a stupid rotten answer.Life is sometimes rotten and stupid.
When will she discover that I am from a lesser race of immortals? But the high deities have always needed pixies to persuade them down to earth. When she no longer needs an intermediary, will she stil...
You always run into something no matter where you go. Turns out you're someplace after all.
You think you're safe. Until you see a picture like that. And then you know you'll always be a slave to the present because the present is more powerful than the past, no matter how long ago the prese...
As for sin. I honestly can't believe God is so bored or so lecherous as to care how close my body and its various parts get to someone else's various parts.
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