You closed your eyes. That was the difference. Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel tha...
Without love we all like birds with broken wings.
When you are measuring life, you are not living it. I know.
When you are an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.
Well, for one thing, the culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. We're teaching the wrong things. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn't work, don't bu...
We all have the same beginning - birth - and we all have the same end - death. So how different can we be?
War never stops; it only pauses.
War could bond men like a magnet, but like a magnet it could repel them, too. The things they saw, the things they did. Sometimes they just wanted to forget.
Time, the Captain said, is not what you think. He sat down next to Eddie. Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on earth is only the beginning.
This is how talents weave from generation to generation, how the shadow stretches, and how an artist born nearly a hundred years earlier begins to fill the soul of a child who shares his name.
There is a reason God limits man's days.
The truth is, once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.
The telephone voice is but a seduction, a bread crumb to an appetite.
The story of my recent life.' I like that phrase. It makes more sense than 'the story of my life', because we get so many lives between birth and death. A life to be a child. A life to come of age. A...
The rain rapped the roof like mallets. The thunder was a tympani drum. Downstairs the raiders set fire to the refectory and the flames crackled like a hundred castanets. Those few who had not fled the...
The next morning, shortly after sunrise, the Reb was awakened for a sponge bath. It was quiet and early. The nurse bathed him gently, and he was singing and humming to her, alive with the day. Then hi...
She felt worthless and hollow. There was no hope of fixing this.And when hope is gone, time is punishment.
People often belittle the place where they were born.
Once you have a sister, you never stop having her, even if you can no longer see or touch her.
Mothers support certain illusions about their children, and one of my illusions was that I liked who I was, because she did. When she passed away, so did that idea.