What would happen to others, not oneself. Rosanna thought that was what accounted for the crowd’s
It was always and ever hard to tell with women why they chose one way and not another.
It was imperative that the growing discord in our family be made to appear minor. The indication that my father truly was beside himself was the way he had carried his argument with us to others. But...
It was not that he felt that the world would damage or hurt Frankie in any way, it was much more that there were plenty of things out in the world that Frankie would learn about, and that he would the...
It was one of life's treats, wasn't it, paying a visit to your past, swinging like a ball on a string away from the person you loved, always knowing that the string must pull you back, and you would b...
It was the exact combination of the ephemeral and the eternal that a dying man needed to know about.
We came to the corner, waited for the light, and crossed. I had no idea where we were going. I said, I didn’t realize you were so depressed. I was depressed, but that was a side issue. This was more l...
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...
She had a cloth in her hands. She said, Frankie hungry?
Many people, myself among them, feel better at the mere sight of a book.
Margret saw that this is how it is that folk are made to desire what they know they should not have, they are made to wait for it, so that when it comes, no matter how dark and full of sin and repelle...
Mary had nice clothes, too, ones she had worked hard for over the summer,
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.
One signal conversation, which she had lingered near for ten minutes, between two woman German professors, had concerned a support group they both belonged to for people with an overwhelming compulsio...
Otherwise, my life passed in a blur, that blessing of urban routine. The sense of distinct events that is so inescapable on a farm, where every rainstorm is thick with odor and color, and usefulness a...
Ron Paul, who, as someone said, wouldn’t have regulated a sewer pipe running through his child’s playroom.
Poking around in this dump, as it would be
Seeing him somewhere was always a pleasure, like taking a drink of water.
Shame is a distinct feeling. I couldn’t look at my hands around the coffee cup or hear my own laments without feeling appalled, wanting desperately to fall silent, grow smaller. More than that, I was...
She chewed the tender meat and sucked out the juices and felt the sauce coat her tongue and roll down her throat. After that, he looked still better. Another
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