Whole worlds exist beneath the surface. And maybe you can't see down there, Michael thought, but there's a part of you that knows.
True sacrifice is painless.
There would seem to be nothing more obvious, more tangible and palpable than the present moment. And yet it eludes us completely. All the sadness of life lies in that fact. —Milan Kundera
There would seem to be nothing more obvious, more tangible and palpable than the present moment. And yet it eludes us completely. All the sadness of life lies in that fact. —Milan Kundera T
There was nothing explicit between them, nothing more than that slightly open door. And yet . . . what could be more alluring? In
The movie I was working on, Cleopatra, it's about how destructive a force love can be. But maybe that's what every story is about.
That’s why people write books and stories, no doubt, to leave some impression behind, to share a sense of the beauty and pain. This
That summer, the one you’ll never forget, every movie house beamed the same set of thematic and narrative images—the same Avatar, same Harry Potter, same Fast and the Furious, flickering pictures stit...
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...
Something about the memory caused him to tear up, to think again about the unknowable nature of the people we love.
She laughed. 'That's what I love about you good-lookin' blokes. What, me? Have sex?
Pasqo, the smaller the space between your desire and what is right, the happier you will be.
Life, he thought, is a blatant act of imagination.
It was odd and intimate, their hands connected, their heads in different rooms. They could talk. They could hold hands. But they couldn't see each other's faces.
IN THE NINE YEARS since the standoff at Ruby Ridge and in the six years since this book first appeared, much has happened. Yet little has changed. Tens of millions of dollars have been spent on hearin...
I wondered if I even had a self. I miss you, I said aloud. Surprised at myself, I looked around to see if anyone had heard, but no one was n
He was part of a ruined generation of young men coddled by their parents -by their mothers especially- raised on unearned self-esteem, in a bubble of overaffection, in a sad incubator of phony achieve...
He found himself in habiting the vast, empty plateau where most people live, between boredom and contentment.
Great fiction tells unknown truths. Great film goes further. Great film improves Truth. After all, what Truth ever made $40 million in its first weekend of wide release?
Every Sunday, the Weavers drove their Oldsmobile east toward Waterloo and pulled into the gravel parking lot of the Cedarloo Baptist Church, on a hill between Waterloo and Cedar Falls, took their plac...