Man's wobbly little mind isn't equipped for hauling around the great unknowns.
Life had been a suit I'd only put on for special occasions. Most of the time I kept it in the back of my closet, forgetting it was there. We were meant to die when it was barely stitched anymore, when...
It’s hard, in America, not to equate ‘happiness’ with ‘things’.
It’s got to be some kind of cult. Anyone offers you Kool-Aid or a hot shower, say .
It's funny how the night that changes your life forever starts out like all the others.
It's a common feeling for people to feel intermittent antipathy toward individuals they're familiar with.
It is adorable and healthily childlike secretly to believe in fairy tales, but the instant one articulates such viewpoints to other people, one goes from darling to dumbo, from childlike to chillingly...
Is she sad? she asked.No, honey. She's lived-in.
Into that empty form they could unload the grief and regret of their own lives, be rid of it, feel lucky and light for a few days, comforted by the thought, At least that wasn’t me.
I saw very little as it truly was. But that was what Martha taught me. We swear we see each other, but all we are ever able to make out is a tiny porthole view of an ocean. We think we remember the pa...
I love to put my characters in the dark, it's only then that I can see exactly who they are
But now that you mention it, will you promise to off me when I'm ninety and never leave home without an oxygen tank? Make a day of it. Just roll me and my wheelchair off the George Washington Bridge a...
But it could also be an enslavement, , to keep searching for , keep plunging down, down to the lonely chambers of the sea. .It was a tragic thing to do, like looking for Eden.
A man so far out of his league he suffered from altitude sickness.
The deepest secrets about ourselves that we, in the ultimate act of humanity, will spare those we truly love.
Suddenly I was a kid in the hall standing outside my locker about to head to Math. But that was how it went sometimes, the English language, when you really needed it, crumbled to clay in your mouth....
. .perhaps she figured I was already a highly forgiving person, that I did my best to treat shortcomings like hobos I'd found dozing on my porch: take them in and maybe they'll work for you.
Carnations) The only flower that, when given to someone, is marginally superior to dead ones.
That was how it went sometimes, the English language, when you really needed it, crumbled to clay in your mouth. That’s when all the real things were said.
You want the girl next door? Go next door!