God save us from idealists! They dream of a world without injustice, and what crime won't they commit to get it! I swear, Mirella, I'll settle for a world with good manners.
Cubs fan, John muttered. The Chicagoan’s curse. Sandoz pushed a towel aside, eyes wide. How bad? Anybody can have a couple of lousy centuries.
There are still times when the thief I started out to be feels more authentic to me than the priest I’ve been for decades. To be pulled out of a slum and educated is to be an outsider forever— He stop...
Eternal beginner, starting over and over in a new place in new circumstances, with new languages, new people, a new commission. They had this in common: the continual rushed confrontation with change,...
Your sorrow is of no interest to me, Sandoz said softly. If you want absolution, go to a priest.
Whatever you worship will consume you, Dong-Sing wrote one week. Bob Wright worships money. Wyatt Earp worships justice. Eddie Foy worships applause. Doc worships home and family, as I do. How will th...
They were beaten [bullies]. Ninety-nine out of a hundred still are, inside. A man beats his boy, he wants a son who won't buck him. He's trying to make a coward. Mostly, it works...That's why a bully...
They all knew it was gallows humor. There would be babies born to thirteen-year-olds who would show up at the clinic with stomachaches. Backs and shoulders wrenched, wrists damaged, knees torn at the...
There's an old Jewish story that says in the beginning God was everywhere and everything, a totality. But to make creation, God had to remove himself from some part of the universe, so something besid...
The irony is that each new war begins in hope: hope of restoring lost honor, hope of redressing injustices and reclaiming tarnished glory, hope of a grand new world. Each war ends with the black seeds...
The answer was clear, though he half-expected his hand to shrivel and turn black when he voted for a Republican.
The Elder is called Dee, first-born, of the Yarbrough lineage, whose landname is VaWaco.
Sometimes, he told her, leaning forward over the table, speaking without realizing how it would sound, I begin with songs. They provide a sort of skeleton grammar for me to flesh out. Songs of longing...
So God just leaves? John asked, angry where Emilio had been desolate. Abandons creation? You’re on your own, apes. Good luck! No. He watches. He rejoices. He weeps. He observes the moral drama of huma...
One thing I can say for certain. There�'s just no telling whom God will take a liking to.
Not just survival but a good life, full of learning, full of love, Emilio thought, and took a step closer to the death he felt inside himself. He
No children? Emilio asked them one evening, to his own surprise. Nope. Turned out, we don't breed well in captivity, George said, unembarrassed.
It came to Morgan that Nicholas must have been a beaten boy, too, and that meant Grampa Earp was, as well. Which was no surprise, really, when Morg thought about that mean old man. How many sons were...
IF YOU WANT A STORYBOOK ENDING, stop—now—and remember them in that tender moment. Be content to know that they embarked on a series of adventures throughout the West and that they stayed together thro...
I want to belong with someone. I want to feel at the center of something, and not the edge. I want children and grandchildren. I don't want to grow old and die, knowing that when I die, there will be...