From Mother you will inherit the belief that you can journey to your fate, there's a place to be located on a map that's destiny. If only you can get there. If it isn't too late. If no one stops you.
For his part, the stranger was drifting in Annabel’s direction, yet not very deliberately. As if, in some way, he were being drawn to her, by some (unconscious) motion or motive of Annabel herself. Wh...
Even if I seemed to remember, I could not know. For just to remember something is not to know if it really happened. That is a primary fact of the inner life, the most difficult fact with which we mus...
Did you know, Marianne: how by breaking the code that day, you broke it forever? For us all?
Burnaby bobbed to the surface of the water after a few minutes, seemingly unscathed as journalists would report. A universal cheer went up as the daredevil with the shaved, painted head swam toward th...
Bullshit! Li-ar! Your mother and father are dead like everybody else. Everybody is dead.
Beauty is a question of optics. All sight is illusion.
At least, Mother said, that's the story Aunt Esther tells. What do you mean? I asked. Isn't it true? Stories are never 'true', Mother said. But they may, almost by accident, contain 'truth'. Sometimes...
As if whoever it was held that camera was her closest friend. Or maybe it was the camera that was her closest friend.
And that's the insult of it, how always it comes back to a woman being a good mother in the world's eyes or a bad mother, how everything in a woman's life is funneled through her body between her legs...
An actress wants to be seen. An actress wants to be loved. By multitudes of people, not just one lone man.
A woman who has lost her husband is invalid, thus an invalid. In
A predatory bird with a great sharp beak and vicious talons—Paradox. To be in its grip is to suffer, yet so exquisitely, one might mistake the experience for a kind of ecstasy. Josiah
There's something about other people isn't there?--you'd like to know who they are?--you'd like to be them, maybe? People you never saw before and--my voice lifting in excitement, it's so strange how...
I could never take the idea of religion very seriously.
Stroke recently. A friend at least a decade
Powerful blow from a practiced boxer can stop an opponent’s heart, it is said. It’s a cruel blow but it can be thrown easily if you have the strength and the skill and the will to do such lethal hurt,...
No one knew what to do with Ariah Erskine, who refused to behave as others wished her to behave.
Grip of Paradox. A predatory bird with a great sharp beak and vicious talons—Paradox. To be in its grip is to suffer, yet so exquisitely, one might mistake the experience for a kind of ecstasy.
You wear out. You see too much. Every breath hurts. The