Do you realize what a beacon you’ve become? A—I beg your pardon? A beacon of hope, says the woman, smiling. As soon as we announced we’d be doing this interview, our viewers started calling in, e-mail...
Because your soul must be lonely. That silence you heard, when you tried to pray—that’s the sound of God listening.
Sentences swallowed and sung back and swallowed all over again. She was made entirely out of words.
Everyone goes home in the end.
Those fruity stenches brought Lib back to Scutari, where the sedatives always seemed to run out halfway through a run of amputations. As
Sitting watching Anna’s eyelids flicker some hours later, Lib found herself longing for the sleep she should have had that afternoon. But this was an old battle, and like any nurse, she knew she could...
It's weird to have something that's mine-not-Ma's. Everything else is both of ours. I guess my body is mine and the ideas that happen in my head. But my cells are made out of her cells so I'm kind of...
It seemed to him that there was some urgency in the air, but then he always felt like that in February: a sense of something breaking out through his skin.
Actually, Saint Peter was in jail, one time --I laugh. Babies don't go in jail.This happened when they were all grown up.I didn't know Baby Jesus grows up.
A mí en cambio, cuando algo me gusta, me gusta siempre; como me pasa con las chocolatinas, que nunca me canso de comerlas
Blanche has already steeled herself, knowing that the Irish can’t cook.)
; that was what the Irish seemed to call every young female
You must have been tortured by the memory of everything Jack didn’t even know to want. Friends, school, grass, swimming, rides at the fair . . . Why does everyone go on about fairs? Ma’s voice is all...
So when one spring in spite of all this good advice I fell in love, it felt like disaster. I took a tiny bite and it exploded in my stomach. Love splashed through every cranny, hauled on every muscle,...