Was he nice? He didn’t know. He hoped he was, but how many of us truly know?
Wallace Worthington would have reminded Wilbur Larch of someone he might have met at the Channing-Peabodys’, where Dr. Larch went to perform his second abortion – the rich people’s abortion, as Larch...
There's nothing so confusing as finding out that you don't know someone you thought you knew.
There is often a defining experience that marks any significant change in the course of a person’s life.
The night she died, Dan found her propped up in her hospital bed; she appeared to have fallen asleep with the TV on and with the remote-control device held in her hand in such a way that the channels...
The more clearly one sees this world; the more one is obliged to pretend it does not exist.
The kind of people claiming to be incommunication with God today . . . they are enough to drive a real Christian crazy! And how about these evangelical types, performing miracles for money? Oh, there'...
The gardener had a dread of small women; he'd always imagined them to have an anger disproportionate to their size.
The English teacher kept his fingers crossed about Exeter; if the boy was accepted, Mr. Leary hoped the school would be so rigorous that it might save young Baciagalupo from the more unsavory aspects...
THERE'S NO NEED TO BE CRUDE,' said Owen Meany.
Some unexplainable things are real.
She was a passionate reader, and she thought that reading was one of the noblest efforts of all; in contrast, she found writing to be a great waste of time—a childish self-indulgence, even messier tha...
Ruth knew very well what the killer thought he had heard: he'd heard the sound of someone trying not to make a sound - that's what he'd heard.
One day, Jenny Fields thought, she would like to have a baby – just one.
Old Lowji’s nasty remark would haunt Farrokh forever: Immigrants are immigrants all their lives! Once someone makes such a negative pronouncement, you might refute it but you never forget it; some ide...
Of course, everyone is intolerant of something or someone.
Of course I knew then where Hester had hidden Owen Meany; he’d been under the couch cushions—and under her!—all the while we were searching. That explained why his appearance had been so rumpled, why...
My brain is sending poison to my heart, he told Homer...
Jenny felt that her education was merely a polite way to bide time, as if she were really a cow, being prepared only for the insertion of the device for artificial insemination. Her
It’s as if you’ve been shot in the heart, Bill, but you’re unaware of the hole or the loss of blood. I doubt you even heard the shot!