Before reaching Grassy Butte, though, Dad spied a farmhouse with two pumps in the drive and a red-and-white sign out front saying DALE'S OIL COMPANY. Another sign said CLOSED, but a light was on in th...
What makes a Samaritan good is the possibility of the lunge.
Love is a strange fact-it hopes all things, believes all things, endures all things. It makes no since at all.
The man on the water stood forty yards out.
Was working the cold up
One of her recent letters asks, Is it hubris to believe we all live epics? (Perhaps it is, but I suspect she’s not actually counting on me for an answer.)
Sometimes it seems every woman I meet is more than a match for me.
We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly,and bitterly wept as we bore him along.For we all loved our comrade so brave, young and handsome, we all loved our comrade although he'd done wrong.Th...
I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, golden and so clean it quivers.
There is no better sound than whom you adore when they are sleepy and pleased
They came one at a time or in shy small groups. I remember when sea-kindly showed up, a sentimental favorite, followed by desiccated and massive. Brusque appeared all by itself, which seemed apt; merr...
When a person dies, the earth is generally unwilling to cough him back up. A miracle contradicts the will of earth.
From my first breath in this world, all I wanted was a good set of lungs and air to fill them with... p 1
I don’t have the gift to aptly describe the rest of that evening, except to say it was a Christmas Eve beyond all gasping wishes,
A veteran bystander to hard moments, I knew they went by quicker when you were unconscious.
Where do you think you’re going? Dr. Nokes demanded…. What do you have for directions? And Dad… said, I have the substance of things hoped for. I have the anticipation of things unseen
You can embark on new and steeper versions of your old sins, you know, and cry tears while doing it that are genuine as any.
No miracle happens without a witness. Someone to declare, Here’s what I saw. Here’s how it went. Make of it what you will.
Once in school, going down to lunch from our third-floor classroom, Valentino Vail had leaned over the banister without warning and loosed a cataract of orange vomit. The stairway was the usual open s...
Although saying this, I realize it may have been illusory. Memory’s oldest trick is convincing us of its accuracy.
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