I used to toy with the notion that when we die we find out what our lives have amounted to, finally. I'd never imagined that we could find that out when somebody else dies.
I too am relieved. I did not know if Kate would like me.Well, sure she would! You’re her own kind, right?I am her kind?Richard suddenly looked less sure of himself, but he said, I mean you’re in that...
Disaster followed disaster... the hero stuck in there, though. Macon had long ago noticed that all adventure movies had the same moral: Perseverance pays. Just once he'd like to see a hero like himsel...
But still, you know how it is when you’re missing a loved one. You try to turn every stranger into the person you were hoping for. You hear a certain piece of music and right away you tell yourself th...
That was Julian for you: reckless. A dashing sailor, a speedy driver, a frequenter of single bars, he was the kind of man who would make a purchase without consulting _Consumer Reports_.
The one ironclad rule is that I have to try. I have to walk into my writing room and pick up my pen every weekday morning.
«آدمها فکر میکنند ازدستدادن یک عزیز مثل ترک کردن سیگار است. روز اوّل خیلی سخت است. روز بعد سختی کمتر میشود و به تدریج از بین میرود و هرچه که میگذرد تحمّلش آسانتر و آسانتر میشود. امّا من میگ...
You wake in the morning, you’re feeling fine, but all at once you think, Something’s not right. Something’s off somewhere; what is it? And then you remember that it’s your child—whichever one is unhap...
When you have children, you're obligated to live.
The little girls in Room 4 were playing breakup. The ballerina doll was breaking up with the sailor doll. I’m sorry, John, she said in a brisk, businesslike voice—Jilly’s voice, actually—but I’m in lo...
That was one of the worst things about losing your wife, I found: your wife is the very person you want to discuss it all with.
She was good at talking with young people. She seemed to view them as interesting foreigners.
She opened her eyes and studied him a moment. Then she slipped her hand in her pocket, come up with something and held it toward him - palming it, like a secret. For you, she said. For me?I'd like you...
Oh, the terrible, crushing, breath-stealing burden of people who think they own you!
He was wondering if there was some cryptic, cultish mark on his door that told all the crazy people he'd have trouble saying no.
He wanted to say, Muriel, forgive me, but since my son died, sex has... turned. (As milk turns; that was how he thought of it. As milk will alter its basic nature and turn sour.) I really don't think...
Didn’t anyone stop to reflect that the so-called old people of today used to smoke pot, for heaven’s sake, and wear bandannas tied around their heads and picket the White House? When Amanda chided her...
Call to mind a person you've lost that you will miss to the end of your days, and then imagine happening up on that person out in public . . . You wouldn't question your sanity, because you couldn't b...
And she thought what a clean, simple life she would have led if it weren't for love.
I've never quite believed that one chance is all I get