I could never work out whether we were to view religion as a life-insurance policy or a life sentence.
I asked Elsie how much food they needed from outside the community. 'Flour and sugar,' she said, and then thought a bit. 'Sometimes we'll buy pretzels as a splurge.'It crossed my mind that the world's...
I am telling you what I’m telling you. Don’t try to make life a mathematics problem with yourself in the center and everything coming out equal. When you are good, bad things can still happen. And if...
I am losing faith in such a simple thing as despising an enemy with unequivocal righteousness.
I am looking for the door to another world. I've waited thousands of years. Take me.
How strange to read of a place in a book, and then stand on it, listen to the birds sing, and spit on the cobbles if you want.
How strange that a boy could make a kite of his pants, fly them around the world, and somehow arrive back at the house where everything began.
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?
His mustache made two curved lines around the sides of his mouth like parentheses, as if everything he might say would be very quiet, and incidental.
He’s legitimizing personal greed as the principal religion of our country.
Here comes Moses tromping down off Mount Syanide with ten fresh ways to wreck your life.
Her name, he says like the Lord's taken in vain. Sometimes he says Mexico, and the word has nothing in it at all. A wall with no colors painted on it.
He's not from here, that's the thing, Cub said.Just because he's the outsider, he has no say? Should we not read books, then, or listen to nobody outside this county? Where's that going to leave us?
He would have no inkling of the great slog of effort that tied up people like her in the day-to-day.
Hallie didn't believe she was invulnerable. She was never one of those daredevil types; she knew she could get hurt. What I think she meant was that she was lucky to be on her way to Nicaragua. It was...
For God’s sake, man, Ovid nearly shouted, the damn globe is catching fire, and the islands are drowning. The evidence is staring them in the face.
Finally Cub said, They don't call it global weirding.I know. But I think that's actually the idea.Cub shook his head. Weather is the Lord's business.
Father stared at the trees, giving no indication he’d heard his poor frightened wife, or any of this news. Father would sooner watch us all perish one by one than listen to anybody but himself.
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...
Every kind of weather is intensified by warming.