Handle with care - everything - even the predators.
Ain't no one ever told you yet? I recon I thought you've all figured out.- What? - That all this stuff about happy-endings is lies. The only ending in this world is death.
Win was flabbergasted when he heard me say to the dog: We don’t put our paws on the table while folks are eating, Manch.
When my husband died, people kept telling me not to cry. People kept trying to help me to forget. But I didn't want to forget... So I realize, that if it's hard for me, how much harder it must be for...
It's like the smarter you are, the more things can scare you.
Just close your eyes and keep your mind wide open.
The growth of the imagination demands windows-windows through which we can look out at the world and windows through which we can look into ourselves. The old stories were windows in just this way.
I have been mocked by beauty, too. But it was the beauty which cost me nothing that in the end turned upon me.
You're the proverbial diamond in the rough.
Jess drew the way some people drink whiskey.
She wasn't scared of going deep, deep down in a world of no air and little light
All of us can think of a book... that we hope none of our children or any other children have taken off the shelf. But if I have the right to remove that book from the shelf - that work I abhor - then...
The last dregs of winter spoiling the taste of everything.
How could he explain it in a way Leslie would understand, how he yearned to reach out and capture the quivering life about him and how when he tried, it slipped past his fingertips, leaving a dry foss...
Thus, in a real sense, I am constantly writing autobiography,but I have to turn it into fiction in order to give it credibility.
Lord, it would be better to be born without an arm than to go through life with no guts.
You never know ahead of time what something's really going to be like.
I was not happy in any way that would make sense to most people, but I was, for the first time in my life, deeply content with what life was giving me. Part
But I had never caused my parents 'a minute's worry'. Didn't they know that worry proves you care? Didn't they realize that I needed their worry to assure myself that I was something?
The name we give to something shapes our attitude toward it.