What person who has enjoyed life could possibly think one is enough?
If you want to make art, go get a job at the Loov-rah.
In fact, he talked about his painful and insidious cancer so plainly and without affect that to this day, I consider matter-of-factness a form of courage.
What kind of wife would I be if I left your father simply because he was dead?
Stories are people. I'm a story, you're a story . . . Your father is a story. Our stories go in every direction, but sometimes, if we're lucky, our stories join into one, and for a while, we're less a...
YOU CAN SEE FOR MILES in both directions from the point on Ruby Ridge. From here, the paths of the Weaver family and the federal government seem inevitable, trucks barreling toward each another on a o...
It was as if I was a character in a movie and the real action was about to start at any minute. But I think some people wait forever, and only at the end of their lives do they realize that their life...
Life, he thought, is a blatant act of imagination.
There are only two good outcomes for a quest like this, the hope of the serendipitous savant — sail for Asia and stumble on America — and the hope of scarecrows and tin men: that you find out you had...
Maybe all love is hopeless.
No one gets to tell you what your life means!
So I make one phone call, and just like that, we're eating pizza at 6:30. What is this world? You tap seven abstract figures onto a piece of plastic thin as a billfold, hold that plastic device to you...
On any given day in Spokane, Washington, there are more adult men per capita riding children's BMX bikes than in any other city in the world.
Your parents don't get to tell your story. Your sisters don't. When he's old enough, even Pat doesn't get to tell your story. I'm your husband and I don't even get to tell it. So I don't care how love...
Other women were like presents he was constantly disappointed in unwrapping
Stories are nations, empires.
Sometimes what we want to do and what we must do are not the same. Pasquo, the smaller the space between your desire and what is right, the happier you will be.
This reminded him of Alvis Bender's contention that stories were like nations - Italy, a great epic poem, Britain, a thick novel, America, a brash motion picture in technicolor...
Put the fire out? Hell no. What we need to do is stoke it.
This is what happens when you live in dreams, he thought: you dream this and you dream that and you sleep right through your life.
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