This is a love story, Michael Dean says, but really what isn’t? Doesn’t the detective love the mystery or the chase, or the nosey female reporter who is even now being held against her wishes at an em...
Great fiction tells unknown truths.
Stories are nations, empires.
No one gets to tell you what your life means!
We live in a world of banal miracles.
Weren't movies his generation's faith anyway--its true religion? Wasn't the theater our temple, the one place we enter separately but emerge from two hours later together, with the same experience, sa...
Technology may have shrunk the epic journey to a couple of short car rides and regional jet legs—four states and twelve hundred miles traversed in an afternoon—but true quests aren’t measured in time...
He wished he could reassure his mother: a man wants many things in life, but when one of them is also the right thing, he would be a fool not to choose it.
Our lives have a way of eddying back on themselves, offering us the same view over and over, daring us to get it right just once.
She saw death as just another wedding she wasn't invited to.
All art is personal. Otherwise, what's the point?
Parenthood makes such sweet hypocrites of us all.
Buried by random events, ruined by confusion and grief.
The truth hurts only if you’re comforted by lies.
In the kitchen Valeria was making breakfast, his aunt never made breakfast even though Carlo insisted for years that a hotel hoping to cater to French and Americans must offer breakfast. It’s a lazy m...
Among the world's evils—fascism, ethnic cleansing, environmental degradation— smoking deserves the most severe curricular attention in my kid's school.
For several seconds, they stand there, ...just four feet apart now, but separated by a thick granite counter, by fifty years and two fully lived lives. No one speaks. No one breathes.
And while his mother's lecture had gone over his seven-year-old head, Pasquale saw now what she meant--how much easier life would be if our intentions and our desires could always be aligned.
Words and emotions are simple currencies. If we inflate them, they lose their value,
We want what we want