—Es la tensión —le expliqué—. La espera. —¿Qué quieres decir? —A veces parece peor que la simple confrontación. Te parece que si pudieras hacer algo dejarías de sentirte como si trataras de desprender...
You see the worst in the best of people, she said, shaking her head, and the best in the worst of people.
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.
Those who did remember probably shrugged off the chill of her memory, turned their heads down to the sports page or up toward the approaching bus. The world is a terrible place, they thought. Bad thin...
Those eyes, Teddy thought. Even frozen in time, they howled. You wanted to climb inside the picture and say, 'No, no, no. It's okay, it's okay. Sssh.' You wanted to hold her until the shakes stopped,...
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,
The brain controls pain. It controls fear. Sleep. Empathy. Hunger. Everything we associate with the heart or the soul or the nervous system is actually controlled by the brain. Everything. What if you...
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...
Soft waves broke against the rocks.
She should have a ride named after her at Epcot, man.
She had the air of someone clinging to a wall of soap.
Se rió entre dientes. —Eso es lo que tú crees. —Negó con la cabeza de nuevo mientras se le dibujaba en los labios una extraña sonrisa—. Si tuvieras una hija, Patrick, digamos que de veinte años, lista...
Lo hice. Me quedé de rodillas mientras los polis se me acercaban con cautela, el aire amargo la tomaba con mis pies descalzos y mi fina camisa y los médicos subían a Angie a la ambulancia y se la llev...
Le miré. —¿Habías visto algo tan cruel? Soltó una risita. —He visto cosas mucho peores, Kenzie. Me volví hacia Devin. —¿Y tú? —Por supuesto. —Echó un trago—. El mundo es violento, Patrick. La gente di...
La ciudad, dijo el locutor, estaba a la expectativa. La ciudad, nos aseguró el locutor, contenía la respiración.
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.
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...
I believe in God. Maybe not the Catholic God or even the Christian one because I have a hard time seeing any God as elitist. I also have a hard time believing that anything that created rain forests a...
Hospitals strip a lot from you—your independence, your confidence, sometimes your will to live. But pettiness too. Pettiness is the first casualty of the ICU waiting room. No one has the energy for it...
He’s happy. And isn’t that the worst of all possible outcomes?