These are the things in which I was so helplessly caught up, the waves that took me, what I loved. When light filled my eyes and I was restless and could move, I knew not what all the color was about,...
The abandoned stars were hers for the many rich hours of sparkling winter nights, and, unattended, she took them in like lovers.
Perhaps things are most beautiful when they are not quite real; when you look upon a scene as an outsider, and come to possess it in its entirety and forever; when you live in the present with the luc...
Its funny, as soon as you lose faith, you have children, and life reawakens.
It's a defining difference, curiosity. I've never known a stupid person who was curious, or a curious person who was stupid.
I see no justice in that plan.Who said, lashed out Isaac Penn, that you, a man, can always perceive justice? Who said that justice is what you imagine? Can you be sure that you know it when you see it...
Do you know why you walk slowly when you’re old? No. Because with age you receive the gift of friction. The less time you have, the more you suffer, the more you feel, the more you observe, and the mo...
By this time, no matter how hard he tried to understand, Nicolò’s eyes had begun to glaze, but Alessandro had no fear of bending green cane, because he knew it seldom broke. Remember this, then—even i...
Besides, he grew up in the city of the poor. You know as well as I do that in this country Marxism is a religious passion of the middle class.
Because no windows were open and the air was so still and cold that the trees dared not move for fear of encountering more of it than they had to, Christiana thought that she had entered a city of the...
And then he was suddenly overwhelmed. It was as if a thousand bolts of lightning had converged to lift him. All he could see was blue, electric blue, wet shining warm blue, blue to no end, everywhere,...
And if you were a spirit, and time did not bind you, and patience and love were all you knew, then there you would wait for someone to return, and the story to unfold.
And he was seldom out of sight of the new bridges, which had married beautiful womanly Brooklyn to her rich uncle, Manhattan; had put the city’s hand out to the country; and were the end of the past b...
Alessandro sat up straight. How is it you think babies are born? Something the mother and father do before sex, some sort of cloth or herb or hard-boiled egg that the father puts in the mother or some...
Alessandro said, Most people don't do this, but it's what saves you. It tests you in the right way. Only for war, Rafi added. We'll almost certainly never have to go to war. It's unlikely that a war w...
A young girl, a frailty, simple and true, who had been unable to stand up from the piano and had had to be carried; a girl half his age; a girl who could not shoot a gun, had never been in an oyster h...
Young Bindo Altovini, looking out from time, made a perfect coalition with the mountains, the sky, and the tall redheaded woman who had bent over just slightly to examine a raging battle that was long...
You'll be shot, they cautioned. No. I won't be shot. I'm going to shoot them, and then I'll go home. I'll be perfectly safe. I can see the future, and the clouds are lifting. You can see the future? H...
What do they mean to you? he asked, leaning back into the portable thicket of his gray vested suit. Beverly took back her pages and studied them. After a while, she looked up. They mean to me that the...
We ate simply, we were healthy, and we were uninterested in those things that should be called possessions not because they are possessed but because they possess. Those ten years were the happiest of...