I drove to the bar Theodosha had called from and parked on the street. The bar was a gray, dismal place, ensconced like a broken matchbox under a dying oak tree, its only indication of gaiety a neon b...
I believe every...man remembers the girl he thinks he should have married. She reappears to him in his lonely moments, or he sees her in the face of a young girl in the park, buying a snowball under a...
How many major decisions did you actually make?
Every third night a commitee holds a meeting in my head.
But if Cholo Ramirez was indeed intended to embark on the Ghost Trail of his Indian ancestors, its entrance was not marked by cottonwood trees along a riverbank on a windswept green plain. The Ghost T...
Besides, isn’t it better to let evil die inside its own flame?
And I suppose that what I have learned is a lesson that the years, or self-concern, had begun to hide from me, namely, that the bravest and most loyal and loving people in the world seldom have heroic...
Advice might be cheap, but there is nothing facile about the faith of those to whom we give it.
A tanker truck appeared far down the wavy surface of the highway, headlights on, its weight and shimmering cylindrical shape and dedicated purpose so great and unrelenting that it seemed to move and j...
What do you say to people who are doing their best when their best is not enough?
There are moments when we understand that the earth and the sky and the presences that may lie behind them are always with us.
Soldiers who return from foreign battlefields with a syndrome that survivors of the Great War called the thousand-yard stare.
Past Louis Armstrong Park, a place no white person in his right mind enters either day or night,
Go with the wind, all of us twirling among young people who wore flowers in their hair, a church bell clanging without stop in a Spanish mission. Roll on forever, Woody.
From which I had graduated in 1960 with a teacher’s certificate and a degree in English.
A novel by Ron Hansen titled The Kid, the best story I ever read about the Lincoln County cattle wars.
You just got sprung.Nig Rosewater out there? Clete asked.Nig Rosewater hasn't been up at this hour since World War II.
You don’t realize the gift you have.
Women are the perfect creation. I don’t care who hears that. Even before I hit puberty, they lived nightly in my dreams, and I have the feeling they’ll live with me in the grave.
Whenever I hear and see a politician or a military leader, a bank of American flags at his back, trying to convince us of the rightness of a policy or a deed that will cause harm to others; when I am...