Her hair had been going gray as long as he could remember; she bundled it behind in a bun held with hairpins that he frequently found on the floor when he lived boyishly close to the carpet.
Men, they were able to conjure it up immediately, that was one of their powers, that thunderous splashing as they stood lordly above the bowl. Everything about them was more direct, their insides were...
Music affected him as women's talking did, when there was no interceding in it. He was an instructor, not a listener.
Saying Goodbye to Very Young ChildrenThey will not be the same next time. The sayingsso cute, just slightly off, will be corrected.Their eyes will be more skeptical, plugged inthe more securely to the...
Standing amid the tan, excited post-Christmas crowd at the Southwest Florida Regional Airport, Rabbit Angstrom has a funny sudden feeling that what he has come to meet, what's floating in unseen about...
The bushes puzzled him, they were so big, almost trees, some twice his height, and there seemed so many. They were planted all along the edges of the towering droop-limbed hemlocks that sheltered the...
The farther he drives the more he feels some great confused system, Baltimore now instead of Philadelphia, reaching for him.
The old continue to be old-fashioned, though their youths were modern. We grow backward, aging into our father’s opinions and even into those of our grandfathers.
The soul needs something extra, a place outside matter where it can stand. The Bible—think of it as the primer of a language whereby we can talk to one another about what matters to us most. It is our...
The thought of these people having the bold idea of leaving their homes to come here and pray pleases and reassures Rabbit, and moves him to close his own eyes and bow his head with a movement so tiny...
There always comes in September a parched brightness to the air that hits Rabbit two ways, smelling of apples and blackboard dust and marking the return to school and work in earnest, but then again r...
Try to understand what the author wished to do, and do not blame him for not achieving what he did not attempt.
Walking toward the light. None of us lives in the light; we can only walk toward it, with the eyes and legs God has given us.
We all dream, and we all stand aghast at the mouth of the caves of our deaths; and this is our way in. into the nether world
What is the past, after all, but a vast sheet of darkness in which a few moments, pricked apparently at random, shine?
It was somehow wonderful of her to be, in every detail, herself.
This country since 1865 has an unenviable record for political violence. Four presidents, plus the attempts on Truman and both Roosevelts—as you know, Teddy was actually wounded, in his unsuccessful c...
Жизнь — ад, но этот ад прекрасен.
The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.
Being able to write becomes a kind of shield, a way of hiding, a way of too instantly transforming pain into honey.
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