Nearly every day I wake up shocked at how little in this world I comprehend.
My prior experience with young men was to hear them swear 'Christ almighty in the craphouse!' at any dress with too many buttons.
Mother could go for one year without food, but not one day without her lip sticks.
Listen: being dead is not worse than being alive. It is different though. You could say the view is larger.
Jesus was a more reliable backer, evidently, less likely to drink himself unconscious or get liver cancer. No wonder people chose Him as their number-one friend.
It lasted just a moment, whatever that is. One held breath? An ant's afternoon? It was brief, I can promise that much, for although it's been many years now since my children ruled my life, a mother r...
In the long run, most of us spend about fifteen minutes total in the entanglements of passion, and the rest of our days looking back on it, humming the tune.
In our state—no kidding—they are called Standards of Learning, or SOLs. (I don’t think anyone intended the joke.)
If you're standing in the manure pile, it's somebody's job to mention the stink.
If I eat one more egg omelet I think Ill turn over easy and cluck.
I've just fallen on some bad luck and landed jelly side down.
I walked through the valley of my fate, is all, and learned to love what I could lose.
I had decided early on that if I couldn’t dress elegant, I’d dress memorable.
How foolish it seemed now to label anything of the century. This one was still a teenager with an anger-management problem and a long future ahead.
How does an artist learn enough about life to fill a thimble?Soli, I'm going to tell you. He needs to go rub his soul against life. ...
How could two people get the same set of parts and make such different constructions? But then, there was rising. That had to be taken into account. What could a doormat rear but a pair of boots?
How are people so irrational? he asked, but he knew. Even the abolitionists had no wish to be placed inside creation, subject to its laws. They wished to rule over it from the head of God’s table.
Holding and synthesizing information in your brain creates your personality. You’re surrendering your personality to an electronic device in your pocket.
Here in the eastern woodlands we have the black, common, tulip, and white morels, and one unfortunate little cousin called (I am so sorry) the Dog Pecker.
Everything, she wanted to scream at him, was a question of safety. All human endeavor bent itself to the same lost cause. Being kept inside a pumpkin shell your whole life was no guarantee against get...