It was my opinion (then and now) that two people who love each other need not necessarily have the same dreams and aspirations, but they damn well ought to share the same nightmares.
I also think it’s possible for us to be better people tomorrow than we are today. He had no idea, of course, whether any of these things were true, in whole or in part. Still, what possible good could...
Griffin’s mother loathed grading papers, too, of course. Who didn’t? But she was meticulous about correcting errors, offering style and content suggestions in the margins, asking pointed, often insult...
Bullshitting god would be Max's plan in a nutshell. Miles could even guess his father's opening gambit. He'd point out to God that if He expected better results, He ought to have given Max better char...
Because if you were God, it stood to reason your real enemy would be boredom. Sully
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...
She couldn’t quite see herself in it. When they were done, I read the Shakespeare sonnet that begins Fear no more the heat o’ the Sun, partly because it was appropriate to the occasion and one of the...
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.
You want a poke in the eye with a sharp stick? Sully offered. You don’t have a stick, Will pointed out.
When my nose finally stops bleeding and I've disposed of the bloody paper towels, Teddy Barnes insists on driving me home in his ancient Honda Civic, a car that refuses to die and that Teddy, cheap as...
What an absolute folly love was. Talk about a flawed concept.
To his surprise he...discovered that it was possible to be good at what you had little interest in, just as it had been possible to be bad at something…that you cared about a great deal.
The problem with the contemplative life was that there was no end to contemplation, no fixed time limit after which thought had to be transformed into action. Contemplation was like sitting on a commi...
That she should so puzzled him that he even questioned his behavior, entertaining, albeit briefly, the idea that he might in some fashion be responsible for the apparition of his once loving wife, who...
Slow, tick decides. Thinks happen slow. she isn't quite sure why this understanding of the world's movement should be important, but she thinks it is. ...Take her parents- At the time, their separatio...
Protection was my strong suit. I needed something to be protected from. I
Not giving a shit, she decided, is like the defrost option on a car's heater that miraculously unfogs the windshield, allowing you to see where you're headed.
Nor do I want the woman that I’m married to and that I love to leave me, but the thought of her doing so moves me in a way that our growing old together and contentedly slipping, in affectionate tande...