As you’ll find with your son soon enough, letting go is the hardest, greatest thing we can do for them.
As I reach the front door, Daniela shouts, Return bearing ice cream! Mint chocolate chip! Charlie says. I lift my arm, raise my thumb. I don’t look back. I don’t say goodbye. And this moment slips pas...
Aren’t we both lost in worlds that, for reasons beyond our control, no longer align with our identity?
And stayed down, but his two friends were closing in—they’d be here in ten seconds—and behind them, a block back, that army of flashlights moved like a herd of cattle up the street, the sound of numer...
And maybe I can let go of the sting and resentment of the path not taken, because the path not taken isn’t just the inverse of who I am.
A villager in Ca Lu said it to me, before I removed his intestines with a bayonet. Was he talking about himself? Donaldson asked. Or you? You tell me. Did you feel alive when you killed your father, D...
Adrenaline-fueled nightmare, which moved so fast I had to hold onto the book with both hands. But underneath all that intensity beat the heart of a damn fine writer. Someone who could turn a phrase, s...
You ungrateful fucks! You’d all have died two thousand years ago if it wasn’t for me. I created a paradise for you. Heaven on earth. I’m your God! And you have the audacity to kick God out of heaven!...
You are one ugly motherfucker. Ethan chuckled. Sorry. I couldn’t resist. It’s from a movie. Seriously, what the hell are you?
What about the abbies? Ethan asked. As a food source? Yeah. First off, gross.
We perceive our environment in three dimensions, but we don’t actually live in a 3-D world. 3-D is static. A snapshot. We have to add a fourth dimension to begin to describe the nature of our existenc...
We all have evil in us, Steve says. Some more than others. I never knew I had this in me, and it scares me, because I wonder how much of it is still inside. Waiting to come out.
This is hell—the absolute loss borne from all those slivers of perfection that passed unnoticed, unrelished. In true dark, there is no gauging of time.
This is Daniela with an energy like the first time we met fifteen years ago, before years of life - the normalcy, the elation, the depression, the compromise - transformed her into the woman who now s...
There's an energy to these autumn nights that touches something primal inside of me. Something from long ago. From my childhood in Western Iowa. I think of high school football games and the stadium l...
There is a tactile ache, kneeling here in the dark by the bed of his soon-to-be-six-year-old son in the wake of another day he’s missed completely. His boy is the most perfect and beautiful thing he’s...
There are similarities between you and Van Gogh, Letisha. Both fiery redheads, with a nasty predilection for self-injury. Suffering from what the psychoanalysts would best describe as ‘daddy issues.’...
Then the Lord spoke to Job out of the storm. He said: Who is this that obscures my plans with words without knowledge? Brace yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer me. Where we...
The owner as he crosses the board floor, moving between shelves, past stacked crates and burlap sacks bulging with sugar and flour. Jessup? It’s Brady! You in back? The twelve burros crane their scraw...
The older I get, the less I understand. I love my son. He means everything to me. And yet, I can’t escape the feeling that I’m failing him. Sending him off to the wolves with nothing but the crumbs of...