Memory runs along deep, fixed channels in the brain, like electricity along its conduits; only a cataclysm can make the electrons rear up in shock and slide over into another channel. The human mind s...
Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.
Maybe he's been in Africa so long he has forgotten that we Christians have our own system of marriage, and it is called Monotony.If I'd known what marriage was going to be like, well, heck, I probably...
Mama always said barefoot and pregnant was not my style. She knew.
Looking out on a clean plank of planet earth, we can get shaken right down to the bone by the bronze-eyed possibility of lives that are not our own.
LISTEN, don’t believe in fairy tales! After that happy-ever-after wedding, they never tell you the rest of the story. Even if you get to marry the prince, you still wake up in the morning with your mo...
It's frightening when things you love appear suddenly changed from what you have always known.
If people played their channels right, they could be spared from disagreement for the length of their natural lives. Finally she got it. The need for so many channels.
If it crosses your mind that water running through hundreds of miles of open ditch in a desert will evaporate and end up full of concentrated salts and muck, then let me just tell you, that kind of ne...
If I kept trying to be what everybody wanted, I'd soon be insipid enough to fit in everywhere.
I've always found people love you best if you can laugh at your own foolish misfortunes and keep mum about everyone else's
I'm just a plain hillbilly from East Jesus Nowhere with this adopted child that everybody keeps on telling me is dumb as a box of rocks.
I took my time exploring. I savored the first minutes in a new home. Carlos would always go straight to unpacking boxes, looking for the sheets and coffeepot and swearing that we were going to get bet...
I think most people are the same. Until they’ve gone somewhere.
I have long relied on the comforts of martyrdom.
I don't expect to see perfection before I die. Lord, if I did I would have stuck my head in the oven back in Tucson, after hearing the stories of some of those refugees. What keeps you going isn't som...
I believe I'm very happy.
How is it right to slip free of an old skin and walk away from the scene of the crime? We came, we saw, we took away and we left behind, we must be allowed our anguish and our regrets.
Households that have lost the soul of cooking from their routines may not know what they are missing: the song of a stir-fry sizzle, the small talk of clinking measuring spoons, the yeasty scent of ri...
Her body moved with the frankness that comes from solitary habits. But solitude is only a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot; every choice is a world made new for...