In the New Testament, the only things that mattered were love and free will.
Il primo minuto della giornata lavorativa ci ricorda tutti gli altri minuti di cui è fatto il giorno, e non è mai bene pensare ai minuti come entità singole.
If you were looking aside and mentally adding up the hours until the execution of a young killer, all that registered was something dark flashing by. But if you happened to be gazing directly at the w...
I saw it all of a sudden. That whether I liked it or not, the survivor and the artist was me, not her. We're all conditioned to think of our children as more important than us, you know, and to live v...
I hate America, she said. I thought Obama would change things, but it’s still just guns, drones, Guant
I had a Viking sense of entitlement to whatever provisions I could plunder.
How, by the logic of addiction, could we not have proceeded to the needle and the vein?
How terribly easy it had turned out to be to transform naturally occurring uranium into hollow spheres of plutonium, pack the spheres with tritium and surround them with explosives and deuterium, and...
He’d realized only recently that at the center of the act of sitting down was a loss of control, a blind backwards free fall.
Her problem at Renewable Solutions was that she could never quite figure out what she was selling, even when she was finding people to buy it, and no sooner had she finally begun to figure it out than...
He'd lost track of what he wanted, and since who a person was was what a person wanted, you could say that he'd lost track of himself.
He knows how love blinds people to the truth about the one they are in love with.
Google and Accurint can make you feel very smart, but the best stories come when you’re out in the field.
Finally there came a perfect storm of drafts from uptown and downtown, a big humid uric wind that swept the platform and then reversed itself, and reversed itself again, so that the dollar bills came...
Earlier in the day, while killing some hours by circling in blue ballpoint ink every uppercase M in the front section of a month-old New York Times, Chip had concluded that he was behaving like a depr...
Each new thing he encountered in life impelled him in a direction that fully convinced him of its rightness, but then the next new thing loomed up and impelled him in the opposite direction, which als...
Dogs again had it right. They didn’t trouble themselves with mysteries that could never be solved anyway.
But what do we expect will become of students, successfully cocooned from uncomfortable feelings, once they leave the sanctuary of academe for the boorish badlands of real life?
Birds were like dinosaurs' better selves. They had short lives and long summers. We all should be so lucky as to leave behind such heirs.
Attempting to write an honest essay doesn't alter the multiplicity of my selves. What changes, if I take the time to stop and measure, is that my multi-selved identity acquires substance.