The talkers are rising above the thinkers.
The changes we dread most may contain our salvation.
Sometimes I've survived anger only one minute at a time, by saying to myself again and again that the best kind of revenge is some kind of life beyond this, some kind of goodness. And I can lay no cla...
On the hill behind her crows flew one by one into the bare trees, arranging their dark blots in the scrim of branches and adding their warnings to the drear sounds of this day. Gone, gone, they rasped...
It's the same struggle for each of us, and the same path out: the utterly simple, infinitely wise ultimately defiant act of loving one thing and then another, loving our way back to life... Maybe bein...
If the Lord hasn't got a boyfriend lined up for me to marry, that's his business.
You always need that spark of imagination. Sometimes I'm midway through a book before it happens. However, I don't wait for the muse to descend, I sit down every day and I work when I'm not delivering...
What we end up calling history is a kind of knife, slicing down through time. A few people are hard enough to bend its edge. But most won't even stand close to the blade. I'm one of those. We don't be...
Watching Italians eat (especially men, I have to say) is a form of tourism the books don't tell you about. They close their eyes, raise their eyebrows into accent marks, and make sounds of acute appre...
Tata Jesus is bangala!
Mary and Thatcher had lived in enviable times, when biologists were discovering new species right and left, not watching them go extinct.
Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot.
But kids don't stay with you if you do it right. It's the one job where, the better you are, the more surely you won't be needed in the long run.
What you lose in blindness is the space around you, the place where you are, and without that you might not exist. You could be nowhere at all.
We can´t know what we haven´t been taught
To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know.
Now, see, that's why everybody wants Internet friends. You can find people just exactly like you. Screw your neighbors and your family, too messy.' Dovey's phone buzzed, and she laughed, ignoring it....
Mother, you had no life of your own.
It was hard to see where all this could possibly go when it melted.
The older I get, the more I appreciate my rural childhood. I spent a lot of time outdoors, unsupervised, which is a blessing.