In childhood, Lib remembered, family seemed as necessary and inescapable as a ring of mountains. One never imagined that as the decades went by, one might drift into an unbounded country.
In Room me and Ma had time for everything. I guess the time gets spread very thin like butter all over the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there's only a little smear of tim...
I pray for John the Baptist and Baby Jesus to come around for a playdate with Dora and Boots.
I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened.
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.
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
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...
We're standing on the deck that's all wooden like the deck of a ship. There's fuzz on it, little bundles. Grandma says it's some kind of pollen from a tree.Which one? I'm staring up at all the differe...
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,...
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.
It came to Daffy then, how easily the worst in oneself could rise up and strike a blow. How even the most enlightened man had little power over his own darkness.
Those fruity stenches brought Lib back to Scutari, where the sedatives always seemed to run out halfway through a run of amputations. As