There seemed to be little rhyme or reason as to why one day snatching the correct words from the ether was like opening a faucet and other days it was like opening a vein,
Chuck said, Hey. How many surrealists does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Cawley looked over at him. I’ll bite. How many? Fish, Chuck said and let loose a bright bark of a laugh.
The parishioners looked dazed, but happy. The only thing good Catholics love more than God is a short service. Keep your organ music, your choir, keep your incense and processionals. Give us a priest...
That if you believe, really believe, and if your strategy is sound, and if you’re willing to leave everything you’ve got on the field of battle to win the day—he held his arms wide—you can do anything...
She had the air of someone clinging to a wall of soap.
She couldn’t tell if the sadness in his smile stemmed from pity for her or if he just possessed a sad smile.
Love, impossible, yet there was no mistaking it
Love like that? Hell, it seems so pure, it's damn near criminal.
It was hideous. Because if someone can be that happy? That perfect? What’s that say about the rest of us?
He'd known her, of course; everyone in the neighborhood knew of Katie. She was that beautiful. But few people really knew her. Beauty could do that; it scared you off, made you keep your distance. It...
After all this suffering, the faces seemed to ask, are we to accept that suffering is the point?
I'll be waiting at the airport.'
His father was gone. He was no longer a son. He was a man without history or expectation. A blank slate, beholden to none. He felt like a pilgrim who’d pushed off from the shore of a homeland he’d nev...
Soft waves broke against the rocks.
Kenzie… Me di la vuelta para mirar a Bolton. —Si usted y su socia no son ni civiles ni polis, ¿qué son? Me encogí de hombros. —Un par de idiotas que se creen más duros de lo que realmente son.
You didn't die and go to a better place; this was the better place because you weren't dead. Heaven wasn't in the clouds; it was the air in your lungs.
La ciudad, dijo el locutor, estaba a la expectativa. La ciudad, nos aseguró el locutor, contenía la respiración.
Another long pull of the sawteeth across the pink folds of his brain, and Teddy had to bite down against a scream and he heard Rachel’s screams in there too with the fire and he saw her looking into h...
In the shower he felt it coming again—that old wave of sadness, the one that felt ancient and had been with him since he could remember, an awareness that tragedy loomed somewhere in his future, trage...
You see the worst in the best of people, she said, shaking her head, and the best in the worst of people.
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