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...
To pitch here is to live. People pitch their kids into good schools, pitch offers on houses they can’t afford, and when they’re caught in the arms of the wrong person, pitch unlikely explanations. Hos...
To the Cedar Falls legalists, if God’s word could come that way 10,000 years ago, there was no reason to believe it couldn’t come that way now. So when Vicki decided her family would follow Old Testam...
True sacrifice is painless.
Two kinds of people always lie about their ages: actresses and Latin American pitchers.
Use beautiful to describe a sandwich, and the word means nothing.
We live in a world of banal miracles.
We want what we want—we love who we love.
We want what we want
Weren’t movies his generation’s faith anyway- its true religion? Wasn’t the theatre our temple, the one place we enter separately but emerge from two hours later together, with the same experience, sa...
What kind of wife would I be if I left your father simply because he is dead?
What kind of wife would I be if I left your father simply because he was dead?
What person who has enjoyed life could possibly think one is enough? Who could live even a day and not feel the sweet ache of regret?
What person who has enjoyed life could possibly think one is enough?
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.
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.
Words and emotions are simple currencies. If we inflate them, they lose their value, just like money. They begin to mean nothing. Use 'beautiful' to describe a sandwich and the word means nothing. Sin...
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...
Yes, what is it like? Certainly not like she dreamed. But maybe that's okay. We want what we want. At home, she works herself into a frenzy worrying about what she isn't--and perhaps loses track of ju...
You can always spot the real thing, that affection; why does it always come from the wrong person?
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