The past is never dead. It's not even past; if it were there would be no grief or sorrow.
I like taking a character at the most intense moments of their lives and exploring all that in full and then moving on.
A man's biggest enemy is his mouth.
There is always something.
God is merely a part of the human brain, an evolutionary coping mechanism that developed to make bearable our awareness of our own deaths. When
But what refuses to leave my mind is the image of Drew and Kate making love before the camera. Mia viewed that photograph with me and felt no embarrassment at all. On the contrary, she wants to experi...
If a man lived long enough, his past would always overtake him, no matter how fast he ran or how morally he tried to live subsequently. And how men dealt with that law ultimately revealed their true n...
Diffident voice. You’re not going to believe this.
As I ponder Sonny’s life and death, it strikes me that, whatever his prejudices, he was one of the quiet heroes of this country.
Whenever life gets too good, whenever fate hands you something wonderful, something else gets taken away.
Not far away lay the big cannons that had held Ulysses Grant at bay for fifty siege days while the citizens of the town ate rat flesh and clung to their long-cherished beliefs. How many had died in th...
Reality abides in the eyes.
Her touch was as knowing and confident as her eyes, and as she focused all her attention upon me, I remembered that there is nothing so thrilling as a woman of words when she decides that the time for...
PET scan and gene therapy. I need you
We do not just belong to this universe, we are it.
I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve. —Jane Austen, Persuasion, paraphr.
The quotidian demands of life distract from this resonance of images and events, but some of us feel it always. And who among us, offered the chance, would not relive the day or hour in which we first...
I don’t really understand the world anymore. But maybe there’s some faint hope that the good people on both sides can come together.
William Faulkner ever said wasn’t written in one of his novels, but spoken during an interview in Paris: The past is never dead; it’s not even past.
At least fifty people are sitting or standing within sight of me. The oldest ones sit on their stoops beneath dented metal awnings. The middle-aged stand in little knots, the men sharing bottles wrapp...
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