Indian summer is like a woman. Ripe, hotly passionate, but fickle, she comes and goes as she pleases so that one is never sure whether she will come at all, nor for how long she will stay.
It was as if each of them sensed vaguely that the Saturday afternoons of youth are few, and precious, and this feeling which neither of them could have defined or described made every moment of this t...
And often Lisa thought bitterly of the ideas she had held on college life before coming to Denton, ideas and images culled from a hundred magazine stories and as many movies. Where were the convertibl...
Did I read because I was lonely, or was I lonely because I started to read?
Indian summer is like a woman.
The public loves to create a hero....Sometimes I think they do it for the sheer joy of knocking him down from the highest peak. Like a child who builds a house of blocks and then destroys it with one...
She saw hopelessness as an old enemy, as persistent and inevitable as death.
If God was going to do what He thought was best anyway, why bother to ask for anything one wanted? If you prayed, and God thought that what you asked should be granted, He would grant it. If you did n...
L'estate indiana è come una donna: morbida, calda, appassionata, ma incostante. Va e viene come e quando le pare e nessuno sa se arriverà davvero né per quanto si tratterrà. Nel New England settentrio...
There can be neither beauty, nor trust, nor security between a man and a woman if there is not truth.
If every man, ...ceased to hate and blame every other man for his own failures and shortcomings, we would see the end of every evil in the world, from war to backbiting.
Did it ever occur to you, Charlie, that tolerance can reach a point where it is no longer tolerance? When that happens, the noble-sounding attitude on which most of us pride ourselves degenerates into...
Give me a child until he is seven, thought Tom, and he is forever after mine. When the Fascists say it, they're bums and kidnappers, but when the Church says it, it is known as putting a kid on the ri...
He hears every single word, assured the Reverend Fitzgerald, but Allison asked silently, If He really hears, why is it that He often does not answer? Sometimes, said the minister, The Almighty Father...
Dead folks can't hurt you none. It's the ones that are alive, you have to watch out for.
Well, then, thought Allison, why pray at all? If God was going to do what He thought was best anyway, why bother to ask for anything one wanted? If you prayed, and God thought that what you asked shou...
When you start telling a man he’s got to do this, that or the other thing, you’re coming pretty damned close to infringing on a citizen’s rights.
