Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet. They are what we call civilization.
Except for her weak foundation. The ruin of many a girl, I guess.
It was a rule of marriage: the more desperately you needed alone time with your spouse, the quicker you’d spoil it with a blowout. When
One day we came home from some errands to find a grocery sack of them hanging on our mailbox. The perpetrator, of course, was nowhere in sight. Wow, we all said—what a good idea! Garrison Keillor says...
In the scullery kitchens and probably the salt mines of this world, many a child is not so much raised as hammered into shape, Artie. To be of use. Surviving by the grace of utility alone.
Friends, there is nothing like your own family to make you appreciate strangers!
In a world as wrong as this one, all we can do is make things as right as we can.
Will you explain to me why people encourage delusional behavior in children, and medicate it in adults? That
Small change, small wonders—these are the currency of my endurance and ultimately of my life. It’s a workable economy.
It’s funny how people don’t give that much thought to what kids want, as long as they’re being quiet.
High fashion has the shelf life of potato salad. And when past its prime, it is similarly deadly.
That is surely childhood's end, when you look at a thing like a rabbit needing skinned and have to say: Nobody else is going to do this.
Humans are in love with the idea of our persisting,' he said. 'We fetishize it, really. Our retirement funds, our genealogies. Our so-called ideas for the ages.
Or the quaking misgivings that infected every step forward, after a loss. Even now, dread still struck her down sometimes if she found herself counting on things being fine. Meaning her now-living chi...
Hope is a renewable option: If you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over in the morning.
Nothing wondrous can come in this world unless it rests on the shoulders of kindness.
Whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. And peace will be with you.
Poor Congo, barefoot bride of men who took her jewels and promised the Kingdom.
There is not justice in this world. Father, forgive me wherever you are, but this world has brought one vile abomination after another down on the heads of the gentle, and I’ll not live to see the mee...
She believed material desires were toxic.
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