When she went back to the telephone Hely’s breath, on the other end, was ragged and secretive.
What mattered more was the feeling, a rich sweet undertow so commanding that in class, on the school bus, lying in bed trying to think of something safe or pleasant, some environment or configuration...
What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can’t be trusted—? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance
Well, hey, you don’t have anything to worry about then, do you?
Well, a change of scenery may be good for you, said Hobie when I went down to see him before I left. Even if the scene isn't what you'd choose.
We were easily forgotten. It was a social and moral lesson, if nothing else. But for all foreseeable time to come — for as long as history was written, until the icecaps melted and the streets of Amst...
We think we have many desires, but in fact we have only one. What is it? To live, said Camilla. To live forever,
We had trench warfare in America way before World War I. Most people don’t know that.
We can’t choose what we want and don’t want and that’s the hard lonely truth. Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it’s going to kill us. We can’t escape who we are.
We being round thee, forget to die.
Understand, by saying ‘God,’ I am merely using ‘God’ as reference to long-term pattern we can’t decipher.
Un grande dolore, che comincio a comprendere solo adesso: il cuore non si sceglie. Non possiamo obbligarci a desiderare ciò che è bene per noi o per gli altri. Non siamo noi a determinare il tipo di p...
Um— I turned to the shop window to compose myself, and my transparent ghost turned to meet me, crowds passing behind me in the glass.
Time slid from under me in drifts like ice skids on the highway, punctuated by sudden sharp flashes where my wheels caught and I was flung into ordinary time:
Though he didn't treat them as equals - he didn't treat anyone as an equal, actually - neither did he resort to the condescending friendliness of the wealthy.
The months subsequent were an endless dreary battle of paperwork, full of stalemates, fought in trenches.
The man shrank. It was funny, but people never seemed to notice at first glance how big. Henry was. Maybe it was because of his clothes, which were like one of those lame but curiously impenetrable di...
That life -- whatever else it is -- is short.
That life - whatever else it is - is short. That fate is cruel but maybe not random. That Nature (meaning Death) always wins but that doesn’t mean we have to bow and grovel to it. That maybe even if w...
Sometimes it's about playing a poor hand well.