But little else could deter Craig Binky, for he believed that everything about him was destined to be triumphal. Harry Penn was certain that in his nearly one hundred years he had never encountered a...
The mind, you see, is like a muscle. For it to remain agile and strong, it must work.
I'm not afraid, Rafi said.Why not?If I die tomorrow it will have been useless to have been afraid today.
I suppose that's because you have faith in the judicial system that will try us. Yes. I have faith that we will be found guilty and that we will be shot. Your faith will be rewarded. Why? It hasn't be...
His name was Peter Lake, and he said to himself out loud, You’re in bad shape when a horse takes pity on you, you stupid bastard,
He knew very well that love could be like the most beautiful singing, that it could make death inconsequential, that it existed in forms so pure and strong that it was capable of reordering the univer...
Guariglia, what happens when you let go, when your strength leaves you and you sink into darkness, when there's nothing that you or anyone else can do, no matter how desperate you are, no matter how y...
For what can be imagined more beautiful than the sight of a perfectly just city rejoicing in justice alone.
For the first time in his life, he felt exactly what he was, and he was not impressed.
Don’t worry about me, no matter what happens. We’re nervous here, but not afraid. We have all looked into our souls, one way or another, and are content to die if need be. The only thing left to say i...
As powerful a figure as this man was, still, he was more vulnerable than the slight little girl next to Alessandro. Even Alessandro knew, even at this moment, that the world had worn down the attorney...
And Peter Lake knew that these things were nothing in themselves but the means by which to remember those he had loved, and to remind him that the power of the love he had known was repeated a million...
Adversity has its compensations, that in falling, and in failing, we rise. It is as if there is a hand behind us that sets to right all imbalances. Why do you think the saints seldom had the temporal...
Battle—a sense that time does not exist, that he himself was of no account, that all things were connected and orchestrated far beyond human will, and that the world was saturated with beauty no matte...
You can come back, his father had said. Why leave if I'll come back? Alessandro had asked, and then had quoted Horace. 'New skies the exile finds, but the heart is still the same.
When you die, you know, you hear the insistent pounding that defines all things, whether of matter or energy, since there is nothing in the universe, really, but proportion.
When I was in school, Strassnitzky said, I went out one morning in my riding clothes and shod in heavy boots, and as I left the last step I came down on a young bird that had been resting at the foot...
They danced on the shore in marvelous, civilized, humorous reels in which the old contributed wit when they could not contribute grace, and the young listened to their elders, who told them in their d...
They always say about the soldier that he’s detached. That’s true, for he’s been in the eye of the storm, his heart has been broken, and he doesn’t even know it.
There are times for sleep, for inactivity, dreaming, indiscipline, even lethargy. You’ll know when you deserve these times. They come after you’ve been broken. I’m speaking of a helpless, tranquil sta...