Estoy buscando un grano de arena en una playa infinita.
A monitor, processor, and keyboard stood separately on the floor — an old Tandy 1000 with the letters and numbers worn completely off the keys.
Ésa es la belleza de la juventud. Hay una levedad que permea en todo porque todavía no has tomado esas malditas decisiones, no te has comprometido con ningún sendero, y el camino delante de ti se abre...
Warm, the sky above a deep and cloudless cobalt. The man checked the pockets of his slacks, and then of his single-breasted coat. No wallet. No money clip. No ID. No keys. No phone. Just a small Swiss...
There’s a stunning quality to the light as it moves toward evening—polarized and golden—that I can only describe as loss. Robert Frost’s gold that cannot stay.
Felt the world reorienting itself around this new knowledge.
You want to leave. Huh. Keep in mind everything I just said, and now consider that you're the only person who's successfully flown that thing. You're in possession of critical knowledge that we've spe...
Yeah, my attitude’s been, Fuck the Forest Service. I’ve been coming up from Arizona every year to spend time in this canyon, do a little elk hunting on the side. But it’s a real thrill to meet you, La...
Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation? Tell me, if you understand. Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it? On what were its footings set,...
When every memory contains a universe, what does simple even mean?
What a miracle it is to have people to come home to every day. To be loved. To be expected. I thought I appreciated every moment, but sitting here in the cold, I know I took it all for granted. And ho...
To work here with a good heart I’d been forced to smother the snob in me.
Throw a ball with a person in whose eyes you can do no wrong. He doesn’t see your failings yet. He looks at you with pure love and it won’t last, so you revel in it while it’s here.
There was simply nothing in his experience that even compared with the thrill of killing to protect his family. In this moment, it was the purpose of his existence. He felt, possibly for the first tim...
There is a part of me that never left that room in Fallujah that smelled like rancid blood.
There are no rights anymore. No laws. Just force and fear.
Then silence rushed in.
The greenest grass he’d ever seen—a forest of long, soft blades—ran down to the bank. The water was clear and swift as it flowed between the boulders that jutted out of the channel. Across the river,...
She was broken and lonely, and beyond everything else, she missed her husband so much that even the uncertain possibility of a life with him—with their family reunited—might be worth signing everythin...
My life is over, he said. But it’s still yours. I don’t want it.