He ran the back of his hand up her cheek, with the pretense of wiping away sweat.
He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.
Fusese deja o seara grea. Se intamplasera volume, asa cum se intampla acum volume si asa cum se vor intampla volume.
Everything is the way it is because everything was the way it was.
Dünya hep aynı kalırken ölen insan sayısının artması ve günün birinde kimseyi gömecek yer kalmayacak olması tuhaf değil mi?
Can’t you even tell me if I’m on the right track? Buckminster purred, and Dad shrugged his shoulders again. But if you don’t tell me anything, how can I ever be right? He circled something in an artic...
All that mattered was him looking at me
I hated the gnawing longing that accompanied having everything.
Grandfather informs me that is not possible.
I'm interested in the kind of religion that makes life harder. I'm not so interested in the comforting kind of religion.
Можно простить уход, но как простить возвращение?
Young friends, whose string-and-tin-can phone extended from island to island, had to pay out more and more string, as if letting kites go higher and higher. They had more and more to tell each other,...
Words never mean what we want them to mean.
Who’s Marilyn Monroe? Sex!
When you hide your face from the world, you can't see the world.
We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other.
We are traumatized people. And nothing else has trauma’s power to deform the mind and heart.
We are being very nomadic with the truth, yes?
They say that people who live next to waterfalls don't hear the water.
Stories about food are stories about us-our history and our values.