Maybe sheetrocking wasn't one of Sully's favorite jobs, but like most physical labor, there was a rhythm to it that you could find if you cared to look, and once you found this rhythm it'd get you thr...
Lucy, who apparently had no idea his girlfriend's father held him in such low regard, agreed with Noonan that he was pushing the envelope, behaviorwise. Still, he was genuinely fond of the man and did...
Is good fiction more likely to be about the air we breathe or the nose we breathe it through?
I put myself up for full professor, an act of such unprecedented and unmitigated arrogance that the committee approved it, thus effectively rooting me to the scene of the crime, too weighed down by te...
His carefully calculated sincerity is almost entirely indistinguishable from the real thing.
Because 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 ow...
And so began my final stage of my boyhood in Mohawk. Later, as an adult, I would return from time to time. As a visitor, though, never again as a true resident. But then I wouldn't be a true resident...
After all, what was the whole wide world but a place for people to yearn for their heart's impossible desires, for those desires to become entrenched in defiance of logic, plausibility, and even the p...
You get more misanthropic every day.- I get older every day. My experience of human nature gets wider and deeper.
God) seemed to know everything that was in her heart and to understand that nothing dwelt there that wasn’t absolutely necessary to her survival.
If you work at comedy too laboriously, you can kill what's funny in the joke.
Witness the sad demise of fundamental Western values. Pride. Order. Personal responsibility.
Which is why we have spouses and children and parents and colleagues and friends, because someone has to know us better than we know ourselves. We need them to tell us. We need them to say, I know you...
Whereas some people’s attitude suggested that perhaps they knew something you didn’t, Mrs. Whiting’s implied that she knew everything you didn’t. She alone had been paying attention, so it was her dut...
To his surprise, she leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, a kiss so full of affection that it dispelled the awkwardness, even as it caused Miles' heart to plummet, because all kisses are calibr...
The other possibility was that there was no right thing to say, that the choice wasn't between right and wrong but between wrong, more wrong, and as wrong as you can get.
That man truly loathes you, Herbert says when he's sure Rourke isn't coming back. I don't think so, I smile. I just give his life focus, that's all.
So what? Few men, Miles reflected, lived so comfortably within the confines of a two.word personal philosophy.
No. Simplicity and justice require that thought and deed not be carelessly elided.
It was from my mother that I learned reading was not a duty but a reward, and from her that I intuited a vital truth: most people are trapped in a solitary existence, a life circumscribed by want and...