He who delays the hour of living rightly is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out.
He was acting like the man he wanted to be, in hopes that he could become him. He would keep acting until he couldn't stand it anymore, and then he would be the man he was.
He held his hands tightly together and cursed his daughter for bringing the terrible world, with its humiliation and longing, back to his door.
Diabetes is passed that way -- over and down, like a knight in chess.
Civilization, her mother had told her since she was small, was a series of agreements about what was good for everyone, enforced by law. And civilization was only a thin veneer over the savagery and g...
Children were experiments, and his had failed.
Chet suddenly wished she had quit teaching the class because of him, that he’d had any effect on her at all.
But the commandments were absolute. The stone tablets Moses brought down from the mountain had not said Thou shalt not kill except when fighting Nazis, or in self-defense, or in some other situations,...
But how could you measure your own pain against the pain of the world?
Benjamin called it estro-lock, the way the two women could talk for hours and lose track of time. They ended up in conversation across any table, screening out noise from kids and men. They could talk...
At the simplicity of the gesture, he felt a pang: the raw nerve of his loneliness exposed.
All the while, Everett felt both the threat of disorder and the steady, thrumming promise of having everything he wanted, all at once.
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