In other parts of the world, they have double-bed sheets, wrote Wilbur Larch in A Brief History of St. Cloud’s. Here in St. Cloud’s we do without—we just do without.
I'm just a woman with a penis! she would say, her voice rising.
I should know better than to read even as much as a headline in The New York Times; although, as I've often pointed out to my students at Bishop Strachan this newspaper's use of the semicolon is exemp...
I saw an oxygen tank in the cluttered room—what had been Atkins’s study, as his son had explained, now converted for a deathwatch.
Churchill Park have their bellies turned toward the sun.
Choć już tyle razy przeżyłem mękę i śmierć Chrystusa, nieodmiennie niepokoję się o Jego zmartwychwstanie - jestem przerażony, że w tym roku się to nie uda.
But Lupe both genuinely worshiped Our Lady of Guadalupe and fiercely doubted her; Lupe’s doubt was borne by the child’s judgmental sense that Guadalupe had submitted to the Virgin Mary—that Guadalupe...
But Brother Pepe put reading on a pedestal; he was a Jesuit because the Jesuits had made him a reader and introduced him to Jesus, not necessarily in that order. It was best not to ask Pepe if reading...
Behind every journey is a reason,
An affection that was calculated was never trustworthy.
A novelist is a doctor who sees only terminal cases.
There's a limit to enduring admiration being a substitute for love.
But good friends are nothing to each other if they are not supportive.
Your disapproval is noted. It is legitimate. You are welcome to disapprove. But you are not welcome to be ignorant, to look the other way, to be unable to perform—should you change your mind.
You've witnessed what you c-c-c-call a miracle and now you believe-you believe everything, Pastor Merrill said. But miracles don't c-c-c-cause belief-real miracles don't m-m-m-make faith out of thin a...
You are my work of art, Wilbur Larch told Homer Wells. Everything else has just been a job. I don't know if you've got a work of art in you, Larch concluded in his letter to Homer, but I know what you...
When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don''t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time.
What a power I had discovered! I felt certain I could refill those bleacher seats—one day, I was sure, I could see everyone who’d been there; I could find that special someone my mother had waved to,...
Watch out for people who call themselves religious; make sure you know what they mean, make sure they know what you mean!
They were members of Maine’s very small money class. Their business, as they ridiculously called it, didn’t make a cent, but they didn’t need to make money; they were born rich. Their needless enterpr...