She is inhumanly alone. And then, all at once, she isn't.
On the day I swore to uphold the Hippocratic oath, the small hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I waited for lightning to strike. Who was I, vowing calmly among all these necktied young men to s...
Oh, whatever would I do without my child-progeny sister to tell me what to do.Prodigy, I corrected.
Mother says I never practiced anything but always watched Leah, letting her make the mistakes for both of us, until I was ready to do it myself with acceptable precision. Mother is kind to me, probabl...
It's the worst of bad manners to ridicule the small gesture...Small, stepwise changes in personal habits aren't trivial. Ultimately they will, or won't, add up to having been the thing that mattered.
It's a relief to share the uncomplicated affection that has passed between people and their dogs for thousands of years.
It was his habit, when he rewrote anything, to shed himself of all earlier versions. He kept a clean house.
In our darkest hours we may find comfort in the age-old slogan from the resistance movement, declaring that we shall not be moved. But we need to finish that sentence. Moved from where? Are we anchori...
I'm out of the habit. I've spent years trying not to want. Just, you know, as an endeavor, like quitting smoking.
I wonder that religion can live or die on the strength of a faint, stirring breeze. The scent trail shifts, causing the predator to miss the pounce. One god draws in the breath of life and rises; anot...
I think maybe it is true that the idle mind is the Devil's workshop.
I lost a child, she said, meeting Lusa's eyes directly. I thought I wouldn't live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.
I knew Rome was burning, but I had just enough water to scrub the floors, so I did what I could.
He noticed the children less and less. He was hardly a father except in the vocational sense, as a potter with clay to be molded.
Don Enrique says a full moon pulls up the highest tides of the month, at midday and midnight. And it pulls them down to their lowest ebb when it is rising or setting. So says a man in a frock coat and...
Be careful what you give children, for sooner or later you are sure to get it back.
It takes some courage to write fiction about politically controversial topics. The dread is you'll be labeled a political writer.
At home, growing up, we weren't really poor. We had everything we needed, we just didn't have what we wanted.
Quoting Díaz: Only in her home, like a butterfly in a glass jar, can woman progress to her highest level of decency.
You know things are bad when a woman without any legs and who recently lost two of her own kids feels sorry for you.