If you can't live by the laws the LORD God made for the world, they'll go into effect regardless.
Iano ordered her back to Ivins to finish her degree in biology. Willa wondered when he would notice Tig was immune to his directives. Tig informed her parents she refused to take out bank loans, with...
I didn’t wish to be comforted. You can’t replace people you love with other people, I said. They’re not like old shoes or something. No. But you can trust that you’re not going to run out of people to...
How dire was the descent of a man’s life, Thatcher mused, that he should now be stricken with spider jealousy.
His mother had let him carry two valises: one for books, one for clothes. The clothes were a waste, outgrown instantly. He should have filled both with books.
He doesn't even look at her because there is too much there, and he's afraid. She is his first child, his favorite, every mistake he ever made.
Forgive me, O Heavenly Father, according to the multitude of Thy mercies. I have lusted in my heart to break a man's skull and scatter the stench of his brains across several people's back yards.
Cooking without remuneration and slaving over a hot stove are activities separated mostly by a frame of mind. The distinction is crucial. Career women in many countries still routinely apply passion t...
But the last one: the baby who trails her scent like a flag of surrender through your life when there will be no more coming after - oh, that's love by a different name. She is the babe you hold in yo...
But from here on in I’m your Ma, and that means I love you the most. Forever
Awareness is everything. Hallie once pointed out to me that people worry a lot more about the eternity *after* their deaths than the eternity that happened before they were born. But it's the same amo...
At lunch break [from cheesemaking] I checked out the wildly colorful powder room, where a quote from Alice in Wonderland was painted on the wall:
As I looked at her there among the pumpkins I was overcome with the color and the intesity of my life. In these moments we are driven to try and hoard happiness by taking photographs, but I know bette...
Absence of that knowledge has rendered us a nation of wary label-readers, oddly uneasy in our obligate relationship with the things we eat ... Our words for unhealthy contamination--soiled or dirty--s...
A story is like a painting, Sóli. It doesn’t have to look like what you see out the window.
Because it takes your sleeping self years to catch up to where you really are. Pay attention to your dreams: when you go on a trip, in your dreams you will still be home. Then after you've come home y...
...The question is, why do you think you can't be a writer?""To be a writer, you need readers.""I'm no painter, then. Who ever looks at my little dumb pieces of shit?
Literature duplicates the experience of living in a way that nothing else can, drawing you so fully into another life that you temporarily forget you have one of your own. That is why you read it, and...
This manuscript of yours that has just come back from another editor is a precious package. Don't consider it rejected. Consider that you've addressed it 'to the editor who can appreciate my work' and...
We went on record as half-bad musicians having wholehearted lives.