I took the candy wrappers shamefacedly, and felt the extra ten pounds sag around my middle as I held these flags of defeat.Я стыдливо взял конфетные обертки — эти свидетельства моего поражения, — чувс...
I think of her hands but I don’t see them doing anything at all. They just hang there at her sides or they lay there on her lap or there’s a cigarette in them, but that’s all.
I suppose one night hundreds of thousands of years ago in a cave by a night fire when one of those shaggy men wakened to gaze over the banked coals at his woman, his children, and thought of their bei...
I leave you gifts of Fate most secret; find no other's Fate, For if you do, no grave is deep enough for your despair No countryfar enough to hide your loss.
I feel I'm doing what I should've done a lifetime ago.For a little while I'm not afraid. Maybe it's because I'm doing the right thing at last. Maybe it's because I've done a rash thing and don't want...
I don't talk things, sir, said Faber. I talk the meaning of things. I sit here and know I'm alive.
I bet it’s the eleventh Commandment, murmured the priest, eyes down. What would the eleventh Commandment be? asked Doone, scowling. Why not: ‘THOU SHALT SHUT UP AND LISTEN’ said the priest. Ssh.
I am not one thing. I am many things that America has been in my time. I had enough sense to keep moving, learning, growing. And I have never reviled or turned my back on the things I grew out of.
How strange the popsicle, the vanilla night, the night of close-packed ice cream, of mosquito-lotioned wrists, the night of running children suddenly veered from their games and put away behind glass,...
How inconvenient! Always before it had been like snuffing a candle. The police went first and adhesive-taped the victim's mouth and bandaged him off into their glittering beetle cars, so when you arri...
How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you? And that awful flower the other day, the dandelion! It had summed up everything, hadn’t it? What a shame! You’re not in love with anyone!...
Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course,
His teeth began to chatter. God All-Mighty! he thought, why haven't I realized it all these years? All these years I've gone around with a--SKELETON--inside me! How is it we take ourselves for granted...
Here’s how my theory goes. We writers are up to the following: We build tensions toward laughter, then give permission, and laughter comes. We build tensions toward sorrow, and at last say cry, and ho...
He liked to listen to the silence, he said, if silence could be listened to, for he went on, in that silence you could hear wildflower pollen sifting down the bee-fried air, by God, the bee-fried air!...
He lay far across the room from her, on a winter island separated by an empty sea. She talked to him for what seemed a long while and she talked about this and she talked about that and it was only wo...
He had written books of a lifetime, on the airs of vast rooms in vast buildings, and had it all fly out the vents.
Happiness is important. Fun is everything. And yet I kept sitting there saying to myself, I'm not happy, I'm not happy.
Going away from the people who ate shadows for breakfast and steam for lunch and vapors for dinner.
Go Panther-pawed where all the mined truths sleep. Not smash and grab, but rather find and keep; Go panther-pawed where all the mined truths sleepTo detonate the hidden seeds with stealthSo in your wa...