La confessione che chiama in causa l'ascoltatore è, come diciamo nel cricket, un demonio di palla da giocare. Se la rifiuti offendi chi si confessa, se l'accetti ammetti la tua colpa.
They are pursued by a pair of hawk-faced men dressed in black and white: both forbidding, both hungry, but one tall and slender, the other short and fat. Two reflections of the same soul in the cosmic...
The gun of the father is always the undoing of the son.
Rimsha Masih fiasco—in which they had championed the execution of a fourteen-year-old mentally disabled Christian girl for the crime of blasphemy, only to be roundly rebuffed by a rare confluence of s...
Not that he isn’t horrible to most of the planet, he is. But if Ozi loves you, you know it. You can swim in it, get a tan. Or rest in its shade, if you’d rather.
If differences can be hidden, perhaps there aren't differences at all
I think there's a growing courage among the younger generation of American writers. Because of the more superficial treatment of characters taking place in cinema, they have had to deal with that by d...
Wings that had been growing for years stretched and pushed and I found myself flying.
We are all refugees from our childhoods. And so, we turn, among other things, to stories.
We are all migrants through time.
Painted images of F-16s given by America were appearing on the backs of buses under the words God is great.
It is possible to adore those newly come into your world, to envision, no matter how late in the day, a happily entwined future with those who have not been part of your past.
You are a door to an existence she does not desire, but even if the room beyond is repugnant, that door has won a portion of her affection.
We are all children who lose our parents, all of us, every man and woman and boy and girl, and we too will all be lost by those who come after us and love us, and this loss unites humanity, unites eve...
The mountain trembled like an earthquake. Dust flew into the sky. And the rock turned dark red, like the color of blood'. 'How would you know?' Asks Sindhi cap. 'You only have a black and white televi...
Some men drink the blood of other men, all I drink is wine.
Our civilizations do not cause us to clash. No, our clashing allows us to pretend we belong to civilizations.
Many skills, as every successful entrepreneur knows, cannot be taught in school. They require doing. Sometimes a life of doing. And where money-making is concerned, nothing compresses the time frame n...
I read it over and over again, until I notice the paper getting wet, the ink blurring into little flowers.
Four thousand years ago, we, the people of the Indus River basin, had cities that were laid out on grids and boasted underground sewers, while the ancestors of those who would invade and colonize Amer...