She looked out the window of her office, feeling that she had passed through a doorway that she had never realized was there.
They throw themselves on the waters of the world, and they know they will be borne up.
I loved the house the way you would any new house, because it is populated by your future, the family of children who will fill it with noise or chaos and satisfying busy pleasures.
Every spot on earth is particular, detailed, and incomprehensibly complex.
She could not imagine what she could do to reconstruct all the things she enjoyed, and she could hardly remember what it was that she had enjoyed.
Ron Paul, who, as someone said, wouldn’t have regulated a sewer pipe running through his child’s playroom.
It didn't occur to us. We had swum in the ocean of religion all our lives and not gotten wet.
He laughed with a kind of mirthless bark.
If living is to progress, if you are lucky, from foolishness to wisdom, then to write novels is to broadcast the various stages of your foolishness.
Still others reflected on how quickly the food could be snatched from a man's table, or the child from a woman's breast, or the wife from a man's bedcloset, that no strength of grasp could hold these...
This is true, at the least, that no veil of beauty hides the evils from our sight.
The novel integrates several forms of human intelligence - verbal intelligence (for the style), psychological intelligence (for the characters), logical intelligence (for the plot), spatial intelligen...
My mind is like a room where the door swings free in the breeze, and many visitors come and go and stay and vanish as they will.
Mary had nice clothes, too, ones she had worked hard for over the summer,
THE TWINS WERE eighteen months old now, walking (and standing and staring and screaming and sitting) just like other children more or less their age, and Andy found herself increasingly preoccupied wi...
So it was with Vigdis’ neighbors. Folk recalled how fat she was, how proud, though only the daughter of a cowman, and how niggardly. Serving boys had been beaten for taking a bit of honey, and neighbo...
The fact is that the same sequence of days can arrange themselves into a number of different stories.
What would happen to others, not oneself. Rosanna thought that was what accounted for the crowd’s
I always think that things have to happen the way they do happen, that there are so many inner and outer forces joining at every event that it becomes a kind of fate. I learned from studying Buddhism...
Laura's gossip was redeemed by its lack of spite. She was warmly objective about every event, taking endless delight in action and complexity, as if she had been bed-ridden in a small windowless room...
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