There isn't a story in the world that isn't in part, at least, addressed to the past.
There are no days more full than those we go back to.
There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water - it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream.
Then the clouds curtsy in, the rain kneels upon the land, and the weather knocks them back a whole day and a half.
The worst burden in life is what others know about us. But maybe there is one burden even worse than this. It happens when they don't know about us, it is what they think about us when, in silence, th...
The watchers below pulled their breath in all at once. The air suddenly felt shared. The man above was a word they seemed to know, though they had not heard it before.
The true nature of a democracy is its ability to say yes when even the powerful say no
The tightrope walk was an act of creation that seemed to stand in direct defiance to the act of destruction twenty-seven years later.About Let the Great World Spin
The essence of intelligence was to know when, or if, to expose even the heart's deep need for instruction.
The elaborate search for a word, like the turning of a chain handle on a well. Dropping the bucket down the mineshaft of the mind. Taking up empty bucket after empty bucket until, finally, at an unexp...
The air felt suddenly shared. The man above was a word they seemed to know, though they had not heard it before.
Someone was high or brilliant or both.
She was forever tilted sideways by the notion that pain was inevitable, chance was cruel, and all human ingenuity should go towards the making of a good cup of tea.
She takes another long haul, lets the smoke settle in her lungs-- she has heard somewhere that cigarettes are good for grief. One long drag and you forget how to cry. The body too busy dealing with th...
She has come to stay, to be with Claire for a day or two. To sleep in the spare room. To accompany her dying, the same way she accompanied Gloria's dying six years ago. The slow car journey back to Mi...
Once upon a time and long ago, in fact so long ago that I couldn't have been there, and I wasn't there, but I'll tell you anyways: once upon a time and long ago...
Neki misle da je ljubav kraj puta na kojem, ako imaš dovoljno sreće da ga pronađeš, staješ i ne tražiš novi. Drugi kažu da se ljubav pretvara u provaliju u koju padaš i više se ne možeš izvući, ali on...
My father had been silent most of the time. He kissed my cheek. He told me that not many people were ordering hand-painted signs anymore, that they were all going neon, but if he had one sign he could...
Most of the customers were from Kerry and Limerick. One was a lawyer, a tall, fat sandy-haired man. He lorded it over the others by buying them drinks. They clinked glasses with him and called him a '...
Memory has a heavy backspin, yet it’s still impossible to land exactly where we took off.