I kind of understood at a young age that I didn’t play well with most other kids in the sandbox.
At night, when no one's there, the dancers and the musicians on the walls come to life and there's a glamorous ball. Sometimes their lights are so bright I can see the glow from my bedroom.
Words are just words. Some are better than others, but only because they are better at explaining what you mean.
Months earlier with Kristin,
We may talk a good game and write even better ones, but we never outgrow those small wounded things we were when we were five and six and seven.
Stories, after all, are merely memories given a certain tangibility with words, and it only takes a few words to subsume a memory completely.
She had read articles over the years about a man's supposed biological craving for young women: it was all about primeval procreation, in theory, the need to plant seed in fertile soil. Maybe. ... She...
She feared that she’d missed something, because there were so many parallels with her own story, and she could not help but see in her head the small memories her mind would offer as tantalizing, but—...
Nothing -- and I mean nothing, Carly Banks -- is crazy if you're in love.
But history does matter. There is a line connecting the Armenians and the Jews and the Cambodians and the Bosnians and the Rwandans. There are obviously more, but, really, how much genocide can one se...
You can repair anything but dead. You can't fix that. So you bury the dead an move on.
Welcomes seclusion. Not precisely antisocial, but reclusive.
They studied the way the worldchanged at morning and dusk and imagined how the sun might fall on the skin of a goddess.
Then there were those girls who became midwives: girls who could not get enough of the tiniest of babies - girls who would grow into women who absolutely reveled in the magnificent process of birth......
Supposedly, whatever we do that's selfish goes with us to the grave; whatever we do that's selfless lives on.
She knew that most men desired her because she was attractive and she was smart, but also because she was a drunk and she was easy. This one? She hoped for his sake he wasn't as different as he seemed...
Pain came in all colors and sizes, much of it far worse than the pricks and aches and fever dreams that affected the body
Now it is you who everyone presumes is so fragile. Wounded. Scarred. Maybe they’re right. Perhaps you are. A nursery rhyme comes into your head, and, like an egg, you allow yourself to topple onto you...
He recalls what that first German soldier said to his major: No God-not yours or mine-approves of what you're doing.
Food is a gift and should be treated reverentially--romanced and ritualized and seasoned with memory.