And both men listened as if hearing it for the first time, as we so frequently listen, in such circumstances, to tales whose outcomes we already know, or have already been told us by our friends.
[...] misinterpreting her silence for a broken heart, her cynicism about men for depression, ir despondency [...]
You wear out. You see too much. Every breath hurts. The
You love the life you've lived because it is yours.
You have hardened your heart against your American cousin. It was courageous in the memoir to state so clearly how you had to harden your heart against so much, to survive. Americans believe that suff...
You could be thoroughly an intellectual while not surrendering maleness; you could not be so totally intellectual and not surrender some degree of femaleness.
Yet within seconds she summoned her steely will, this will that so impressed Dirk Burnaby, for he’d never encountered anything like it in his life, establishing where she was, and why. The bad dream w...
Yet The Falls exerted its malevolent spell, that never weakened. If you grew up in the Niagara region, you knew. Adolescence was the dangerous time. Most Niagara natives kept their distance from The F...
Writing! The activity for which the only adequate bribe is the possibility of suicide, one day.
Willy was more forceful, as Annabel seemed to glide;
Why you can't trust women. Even young girls. Can't know what the fuck they are thinking, can't know what they are feeling, can't know how they will surprise you except to know it won't be a surprise y...
Why is it when I'm inside this stone house I've come to love I can't remember what it looks like from the outside. And when I'm outside I can't remember what it looks like on the inside.Why is it I ke...
Which is why we say meaning
What've I got to do, to prove how much I love you? Blow us all away?
What was most striking about the portrait of Jane, Countess of Harrington was the aura of confidence it exuded – not merely the figure of the beautifully composed young noblewoman, her slender face se...
What is destiny—a mechanical fact, a theoretical possibility, a concept, a superstition, a mere word? Ian McCullough was inclined to think one or another of these depending upon his mood. Destiny, the...
We see the shadows of things, not the things themselves . . . We are forced to imagine what the writer doesn’t reveal.
Three days later on October 29, 1959, the Pontiac registered in the name of Niles Tignor would be discovered, gas tank near-empty, keys on the floorboards beneath the front seat, in a parking lot clos...
There are people, primarily women!--who are what I call 'conduits of emotion.' In their company, the half dead can come alive. They need not be beautiful women or girls. It's a matter of blood warmth....
The heavenly light you admire is fossil-light, it's the unfathomably distant past you gaze into, stars long extinct