She gave him a smile in which hope and knowledge were going at it, bare-knuckled, equally and eternally matched.
Say I told you so. They're the four most satisfying words in the English language. You could rupture something trying to keep them inside you.
Let us not forget Colby and the liberating effects of higher education. Though it doesn’t liberate everyone, does it?
It pleased him to imagine God as someone like his mother, someone beleagured by too many responsibilities, too dog-tired to monitor an energetic boy every minute of the day, but who, out of love and f...
He’d meant to forgive his brother, maybe even imagined he had. He’d also meant to learn to trust him, but instead merely fell into the habit of waiting for him to fuck up again.
He looks like he could be taken in a fight. Not by me, but by somebody. Not anyone in Humanities, probably.
By nature you instinctively seek out the middle road, midway between dangerous passion and soul-destroying indifference.
Yes. He loves us all. No! Tunic emphatically disagreed. God does not. Well, fuck him, then, Raymer thought, giddy with heat and blasphemy. Shame on God. Because a shirker is a coward. No, God is.
Worse, I have to admit to feeling the jealousy of one crab for another that has managed to climb out of the barrel.
Who but an English professor would threaten to kill a duck a day and hold up a goose as an example?
To expect reason is where the fallacy lies.
The best she was able to do was to reflect that people invariably exhibited the very worst side of their flawed natures when invited to put their thoughts into writing, especially when the invitation...
Non basta una vita One life isn't enough
I began to develop a firm conviction that most efforts to teach people things were wasted. All they needed was to go off some place quiet and read. Around
Alas, he himself was a man too easily encouraged, too completely seduced by hope, only to be devastated by disappointment. He’d been born to privilege, conditioned to expect things would go well, and...
The truth is, we never know for sure about ourselves. Who we'll sleep with if given the opportunity, who we'll betray in the right circumstance, whose faith and love we will reward with our own. Only...
Old textile mill, which was in the process of being
If making things seem prettier than they are is a lie, then making them seem uglier must be another.
He always had the last word in all differences of opinion with his wife, and that—two words, actually—was, Yes, dear.
[My] explanation makes such immediate sense that I can give it up only reluctantly, a necessary concession to my physician's expertise. This is the way my students feel, I realize, when I suggest styl...