My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.
Later, long after my grandfather was dead, I would regret that I could never be the kind of man that he was. Though I adored him as a child and found myself attracted to the safe protectorate of his s...
I became one of those anonymous Americans who tries to keep his mind sharp and inquisitive while performing all the humiliating rituals of the middle class
In family matters you can get over anything. That's one thing you'll learn as an adult. There's a lot you have to learn which is a lot worse than that. You'd never think of forgiving a friend for some...
The tide was a poem that only time could create, and I watched it stream and brim and makes its steady dash homeward, to the ocean.
She pronounced each word carefully, as though she was tasting fruit. The words of her poems were a most private and fragrant orchard.
Like everything else, love's not worth much without some action to back it up.
In Charleston, more than elsewhere, you get the feeling that the twentieth century is a vast, unconscionable mistake.
I thought that I must always search for the remarkable combinations, add unknowns, mix things that were clearly marked with things beyond marking. I would leave the simulated test and enter into forbi...
I realized early that unless you're willing to kill the innocent, you can't win.
He was one of those rare men who are capable of being fully in love only once in their lives.
Few things linger longer or become more indwelling than that feeling of both completion and emptiness when a great book ends. That the book accompanies the reader forever from that day forward is part...
A family is one of nature's solubles; it dissolves in time like salt in rainwater.
It had been a winter of deadening seriousness, when all the illusions and bright dreams of my early twenties had withered and died. I did not yet have the interior resources to dream new dreams; I was...
There is such a thing as too much beauty in a woman and it is often a burden as crippling as homeliness and far more dangerous. It takes much luck and integrity to survive the gift of perfect beauty,...
The great teachers fill you up with hope and shower you with a thousand reasons to embrace all aspects of life. I wanted to follow Mr. Monte around for the rest of my life, learning everything he wish...
Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.
Like many men and women who make egregious and irretrievable mistakes with their own children, she would redeem herself by becoming the perfect grandmother.
I was trying to unravel the complicated trigonometry of the radical thought that silence could make up the greatest lie ever told.