Also ist mein Sohn ein Simpel.'In einer Hinsicht. Aber der größte Teil der Menschheit ist so. Weil es sonst zu schwer zu ertragen ist, Mensch zu sein. Im Gegensatz zu den Tieren wissen wir zu viel. Si...
All this saving a child does! At one point I even saved the box scores of an entire baseball season, both leagues, since Philadelphia played, haplessly, in both. How precious each scrap of the world a...
But with his mother there's no question of liking him they're not even in a way separate people he began in her stomach and if she gave him life she can take it away and if he feels that withdrawal it...
The dead teach this great lesson, which we are loathe to learn: we too will die.
It was somehow wonderful of her to be, in every detail, herself.
What is the past, after all, but a vast sheet of darkness in which a few moments, pricked apparently at random, shine?
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
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.
Try to understand what the author wished to do, and do not blame him for not achieving what he did not attempt.
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...
Somehow Rabbit can’t tear his attention from where the ball should have gone, the little ideal napkin of clipped green pinked with a pretty flag.
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...
Music affected him as women's talking did, when there was no interceding in it. He was an instructor, not a listener.
It comes to him: growth is betrayal. There is no other route. There is no arriving somewhere without leaving somewhere.
How many more, I must ask myself,such perfect ends of Augusts will I witness?
He wants to feel good, he always used to feel good at every turning of the year, every vacation or end of vacation, every new sheet on the calendar: but his adult life has proved to have no seasons, o...
He tries to picture how it will end, with an empty baseball field, a dark factory, and then over a brook in a dirt road, he doesn’t know. He pictures a huge vacant field of cinders and his heart goes...
He loves this food that contains no disgusting proofs of slain animals, no bloody slab of cow haunch or hen’s sinewy skeleton; these ghosts have been minced and destroyed and painlessly merged with th...
First snow: it came this year late in November.
A morning later, Nancy described her first dream, the first remembered dream of her life. She and Judy Thorne were on a screened porch, catching ladybugs. Judy caught one with one spot on its back and...