Once again, the curious thing was how strange and forceful the world was, how it battered and clanged and could not be withstood, and yet some individuals withstood it while others did not.
In this flirtation he was conducting, he had had to rely entirely on his personality, never a good idea.
And then he saw what he was, an old man, ready to die, pressed against the Greenland earth, as small as an ash berry on the face of a mountain, and he did the only thing that men can do when they know...
A novelist has two lives-- a reading and writing life, and a lived life. he or she cannot be understood at all apart from this.
A girl who made no mistakes about the right shade of lipstick would always land on her feet.
In truth Mr Jonas Silk was as niggardly as he was jealous, and my sister Beatrice had as much interest in Kansas as she did in the czar of all the Russias, and so my brother Mr. Horace Silk worked out...
I suspected that there were things he knew that I had been waiting all my life to learn.
He had accepted that if you were a bookish person the events in your life took place in your head.
And the thick, sugary covering of the snow...
Sometimes these days Dean felt like picking up the phone and calling his buddy Michael Jordan and chortling with him over how he’d played Continental Dairy Industries off against National Milk, but of...