He realized that he had thought only about the first step, never imagined the last.
اگر به زندگی مهلت کافی بدهی همه مشکلاتت را حل خواهد کرد، حتی مشکل زندهبودن را.
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 the poison. No wonder they gave them out free to the soliders. Lucky...
So, leave the cynics be. Out-cynic them. Step into that elsewhere. Believe that your story is bigger than yourself. In
Mornings in the kitchen, afternoons in the counseling room, evenings out combing streets of half-lamplight: Hermann Park, Montrose, Sunnyside, Hiram Clarke, the Fifth Ward.
It was a silence that heard itself, awful and beautiful.
I had always hated Nixon, not just for obvious reasons, but it seemed to me that he had learned not only to destroy what was left behind, but also to poison what was to come.
For all its imagined moments, literature works in unimaginable ways.
A man high in the air while a plane disappears, it seems, into the edge of the building. One small scrap of history meeting a larger one. As if the walking man were somehow anticipating what would com...
پسرم! یگانه مطلبی که لازم است دربارهی جنگ بدانی این است: نرو
آه، خود ذهن یک چاه بسیار عمیق است، مرا پایین ببر و بگذار آب را لمس کنم.
You can count the dead, but you can't count the cost. We've got no math for Heaven...
The world spins. We stumble on. It is enough.
She had told Jaslyn once that everyone knows where they are from when they know where it is they want to be buried.
One goes up in a plane knowing, sometimes, that not all of you is going to come down.
No shame in saying that I felt a loneliness drifting through me. Funny how it was, everyone perched in their own little world with the deep need to talk, each person with their own tale, beginning in...
It's the sort of hum that makes you feel that you're the actual ground lying under the sky, a blue hum that's all above and around you, but if you think about it too hard it will get too loud or big,...
If you think you know all the secrets, you think you know all the cures.
If you think of the world without people it’s about the most perfect thing there ever is. It’s all balanced and shit. But then come the people, and they fuck it up.
How inevitable it is; we step into an ordinary moment and never come out again.