Wait. Walter went to the basket, taking what was a gray sleeve, drawing it out fro the middle of the heap. Oh, He said. He held the shapeless wool sweater to his chest. Joyce had knit for months the y...
She read books quickly and compulsively, paperback after paperback, as if she might drift away without the anchor of the printed page.
It is books that are a key to the wide world; if you can't do anything else, read all that you can.
He wondered if somewhere far off, defying the laws of science, Mitch's two screams were still echoing, if those vibrations had traveled into space, if they moved on and on like rays in a light-year. T...
She could never be part of so much of his turbulent history, his youthful adventure, where life had been deeply felt.
Life, he knew, had meaning and was fully possessed only as it was remembered and reshaped.
Still, it is books that are a key to the wide world; if you can’t do anything else, read all that you can.
I have given up on speech with the Rev; there is no use explaining that you have to learn where your pain is. You have to burrow down and find the wound, and if the burden of it is too terrible to sho...
...you have to learn where your pain is. You have to burrow down and find the wound, and if the burden of it is too terrible to shoulder, you have to shout it out; you have to shout for help... And th...
Emma, Emma, Emma, I said, wishing I could somehow teach her to take the smaller blows of life in her stride.
I knew that we were two humans, that's all, two humans walking around blindly in the night, looking for a warm hand.
We all need people to tell us that we were the ones who had been deeply wronged.
I have since wondered if a person can know how deep a thing goes without getting outside of it, without taking it apart, without, in fact, ruining it.
There were moments, I could now see, when it was understandable to completely go off your rocker. The easiest and most reasonable and maybe proper thing to do in the world, to lose hold of yourself.
I used to think if you fell from grace it was more likely than not the result of one stupendous error, or else an unfortunate accident. I hadn't learned that it can happen so gradually you don't lose...
In Charles Dickens's books I had to admire the way the meanest enemies spoke to each other, with what seemed to me to be the greatest civility.
In May, when the grass was so green it hurt to look at it, the air so overpoweringly sweet you had to go in and turn on the television just to dull your senses- that's when Claire knew it was time to...
We're only passers-by, and all you can do is love what you have in your life. A person has to fight the meanness that sometimes comes with you when you're born, sometimes grows if you aren't in lucky...
The harvest was a wild living thing that you were trying to tame while all the while it was dragging you behind, arms out, flailing, in the chase. But here was the miracle: Despite the chaos, the lack...
I'd forgotten how your blood flows toward a person when they move, so that all at once, you know what the pull of gravity feels like. And you know that this is something strong and important, somethin...
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