We are all anthologies. We are each thousands of pages long, filled with fairy tales and poetry, mysteries and tragedy, forgotten stories in the back no one will ever read.
The store was empty, without a single customer or employee. It appeared in the Internet age, pianos, like physical books, were fast becoming culturally extinct. They’d probably stay that way unless Ap...
My mind was spinning from the symmetry of this equation I suddenly faced: magical on one side, scientific on the other, a dark pulsing myth and an acceptable reality.... The explanations were like two...
It's not fair.It's not. But then, that's the game. It makes life great. The fact that it ends when we don't want it to. The ending gives it meaning.
I hate how the people who really you are the ones you can never hold on to for very long. And the ones who don’t understand you stick around.
Because he was an asshole. I’m not sayin’ nothin’ I wouldn’t say to his face. He embraced his assholeness.
When it was daylight, we'd been sitting on a stoop watching the street get light. She mentioned the light took eight minutes to leave the sun and reach us. You couldn't help but love that light travel...
Those around you can have their novellas, sweet, their short stories of cliché and coincidence, occasionally spiced up with tricks of the quirky, the achingly mundane, the grotesque. A few will even c...
Somewhere in a woman's room there is always something, an object, a detail, that is her, wholly and unapologetic.
It's a terrible thing, to lie. It's a field you keep seeding and watering and plowing, but nothing will ever grow on it.
It sounds like something out of a night film. Not real life.
If all histories have a period known as The Golden Age, somewhere betweenThe Beginning and The End, I suppose those Sundays during Fall Semesterat Hannah's were just that, or, to quote one of Dad's tr...
How was it possible scientists were able to locate the edge of the observable universe, the Cosmic Light Horizon (Our universe is 13.7 billion light years long, wrote Harry Mills Cornblow, Ph.D., with...
He chose you because a plain setting makes the diamond sparkle brighter.
You journalists bulldoze life's mysteries, ignorant of what you're so ruthlessly turning up.
When your child is seized by an idea with the zeal of a fundamentalist Bible salesman from Indiana, stand in his or her way at your own risk.
We are under an invincible blindness as to the real and true nature of things
The truth about what happens to us in this world keeps changing ... it never stops.
Such things as anguish, woe, affliction, guilt, feelings of awfulness, and utter wretchedness, the bread and butter of Days of Yore and Russians, sadly have very little staying power in these lickety-...
Life had been a suit I'd only put on for special occasions. Most of the time I'd kept it in the back of my closet, forgetting it was there. We were meant to die when it was barely stitched anymore, wh...