Saints don’t heed warnings because they consider them irrelevant. Fools don’t heed them because they think the lightning dancing across the sky, the thunder rolling through the woods, are only there t...
PEOPLE ARE WHAT they do, not what they think, not what they say.
My experience with age it instills a degree of patience in some, leaves the virtuous spiritually unchanged, feeds the character defects in others, and brings little wisdom to any of us.
Mexico was not a country, Krill thought. It was a revolution that had never stopped.
Maybe you’ve been there. You go into a police or sheriff’s station after a gang of black kids forced you to stop your car while they smashed out your windows with garbage cans; a strung-out addict mad...
Maggie’s face darkened, as
It's fair to say that mortality takes many manifestations, but so does the indomitable nature of the human spirit, and it does so in ways that are sometimes hardly noticeable.
In a badass, beer-glass brawl, would you rather have an academic liberal covering your back or a hobnailed redneck?
I returned to New Orleans and my problems with pari-mutuel windows and a dark-haired, milk-skinned wife from Martinique who went home with men from the Garden District while I was passed out in a hous...
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 also figuredd out that what we call our destiny is usually determined by two or three casual decision which on the surface seem about as important as spitting your gum through a sewer grate.
His round, pink face was smiling and happy, his green eyes lighted with an alcoholic shine.
He was riding back through a doorway in time to a place that had nothing to do with the airplanes, and motorized vehicle and telephones wires, and radios that surrounded him now....... The woods in la...
He knows things don’t happen in order, like past, present, and future.
He had learned in Vietnam there were three groups of people who got you killed—pencil pushers, amateurs, and idealists.
Every third night a commitee holds a meeting in my head.
Every drunkard has many moments of shame that live like carpet tacks in his memory,
At a certain time in your life, you accept the fact that lunacy comes in many forms.
As flawed as Southern culture is, mendacity has always been treated in the South as a despicable characteristic. Notice how often Southerners casually address others as you son of a bitch with no insu...
Advice might be cheap, but there is nothing facile about the faith of those to whom we give it.