Happy man once. You wish you stayed on the beach with Eleanor?
All your life you’re told you’re unique. An individual. That no one on the planet is just like you. It’s humanity’s anthem. But that isn’t true for me anymore.
Everything that can happen will happen.
That's not the way the human heart works. I can't just amputate what I feel.
Life is too hard and too short not to be with the one you love. So choose me.
I know it’s crazy, but I’m holding tight to the idea that a small act of kindness can have real resonance.
He felt like the true translation of himself again.
Hadn’t the poet Carl Sandburg written about this very thing? Ethan couldn’t recall the verse verbatim, knew only that it had something to do with the voice of the last cricket across the frost. A spli...
Stepped forward into the red darkness, squinting at the corners in the kitchen and the living room, straining to detect the slightest pin drop of sound—a noisy breath or a clamorous heart that pounded...
When your world falls apart, cling to the familiar.
WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES WHERE PARADISE IS HOME
Still he’d only missed his Bronco by a few hundred feet.
Of course it’s for you. But it’s also so those little diseased children don’t become dracula snacks. We need to get them safe so they can be sick and die in peace.
Life’s short. Don’t be mad. It’s a waste of time.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
I’m running a battery of tests, but everything appears to have come through fully preserved.
Held it up to the peephole, Theresa felt something break inside her. It was a photo of Ethan lying on a steel operating table, naked under clinical blue light.
He worries she’s going to ask what happened. Why he isn’t dead. It’s a question he’s been dreading and preparing for all day.
He stopped listening an hour ago, when he discovered he could tune out completely as long as he interjected an I hadn’t thought of it that way or Hmm, interesting every five minutes or so.
Wonder, Is this what God feels? The rush that comes from having literally spoken a world into existence? And yes, this world already existed, but I connected us to it.