Old as she was she still missed her daddy sometimes.
I realize at one point, that I was being followed, and then I began to see the surveillance that was going past the road on my house. And so, these cars began to surveil me. People began to follow me...
The intelligence community, for the most part, has no accountability at all to the Congress, to us the American people, and so they feel that they above the law.
You don't repay kindness with needless cruelty.
She had stepped into the thin strip of earth that they claimed as their own. Bound by the last building on Brewster and a brick wall, they reigned in that unlit alley like dwarfed warrior kings. Born...
Now that she had actually seen and accepted reality, and reality brought such a healing calm.
She could walk through a lightning storm without being touched; grab a bolt of lightning in the palm of her hand; use the heat of lightning to start the kindling going under her medicine pot. She turn...
We all don't have to see eye to eye in order to see our way to the Kingdom. It's the heart condition of each man that the Lord will judge.
Time's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystallize at any given moment at will: a thousand days are melted into one conversation, one glance, one hurt, and one hu...
Time's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystallize at any given moment at will: a thousand days are melted into one conversation one glance one hurt and one hu...
She studied the fine lines and loops, commas and periods that had come between them, and they etched themselves into her mind.
I never dreamed that she meant lights. Sparkling. Shimmering. Waves of light. We could see them from the front of the cafe. Besides the few customers, everyone who lived on the street was gathered ins...
3)One man's weed is another man's flower. (115).
If she had seen Ben, nothing would have made her believe that practically every apartment contained a family, a Bible, and a dream that one day enough could be scraped from those meager Friday night p...
Contempt mates well with pity.
But she noticed that some of the people who had spoken to her before made a point of having something else to do with their eyes when she passed, although she could almost feel them staring at her bac...
That Butch Fuller is a no-’count ditch hound, and no decent woman would be seen talkin’ to him. But Butch had a laugh like the edges of an April sunset—translucent and mystifying. You knew it couldn’t...
God had given her what she prayed for—a little boy who would always need her.
The right woman is the one you can live with, not the one in your head.
He holds his glass up and turns to me as a single flake catches on the rim before melting down the one side into an amber world where bubbles burst and are born, burst and are born.