We don’t pray in foxholes because we are ready to meet our Maker. We pray because we don’t want to.
We all play God every day. When a woman buys a new pair of expensive shoes, she could have spent that same money feeding someone who was starving. In a sense, those shoes mean more to her than a life....
Three days ago, I was a dedicated doctor sleepwalking through my own life. Since then, I had seen a ghost, gotten emails from the dead, had become a suspect in not one but two murders, was on the run...
This pain is better than the pain of giving up on him. A mother doesn’t give up on her child. So I can live with the pain. I can’t live with giving up.
They - bliss and fear - are constant companions. Rarely does one venture out without the other.
There is silence, and then there is rural silence, silence you could feel and reach out and touch, silence with texture and distance.
There is a certain fate to the universe and a certain randomness.
The world doesn’t give even the slightest damn about us or our petty problems.
The rule of thumb in student files seemed to be, If you have nothing negative to say, don't say anything at all.
The missing girl—there had been unceasing news reports, always flashing to that achingly ordinary school portrait of the vanished teen, you know the one, with the rainbow-swirl background, the girl's...
The house had the stale smell of a grandparent. When you’re a kid, the smell gives you the creeps; when you’re an adult, you want to bottle it and let it out with a cup of cocoa on a bad day.
The Internet make it easy to be deceptive. The Internet makes it easy to be anonymous and to lie and to keep terrible, destructive secrets from your loved ones.
So basically, that entire theory is blown to hell.Not basically, Win corrected. Entirely.
So basically your plan is to flail about helplessly.
Natalie had what I'd call a slow beauty, the kind you don't really notice at first and then it knocks you back and grows on you and she gets more beautiful every time you see her and then you can't be...
Myron, Win, and Esperanza lay sprawled on separate couches like Dalí clocks.
Myron reached for the phone and dialed Win's number. After the eighth ring he began to hang up when a weak, distant voice coughed. Hello?Win?Yeah.You okay?Hello?Win?Yeah.What took you so long to answe...
My love for you is like diarrhea, Sunglasses said. I just can’t hold it in.
Mental illnesses are so strange. A physical problem we can understand. But when the mind works irrationally, well, by its very definition, the rational mind cannot truly relate.
I actually had to close my eyes, rub them,