Rachel felt the grief grow so wide and deep it felt like a dark fathomless pool she'd never emerge from. Because there was nothing left to do now, nothing except endure it.
It amazed Rachel how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember,...
A Servant of HistoryHer eyes were of the lightest blue as if time had rinsed away most of the colour, but there was a liveliness inside them.
One guy has his head on a table, eyes closed, vomit drooling from his mouth. Another pulls out his false teeth and clamps them on the ear of a gal at the next table. An immense woman in a purple jumps...
A kind of annihilation, was what Serena called their coupling, and though Pemberton would never have thought to describe it that way, he knew her words had named the thing exactly.
A great business investment, religion. I’ll take it over government bonds anytime.
Nietzsche once said that for which we find words is something already dead in our hearts. I didn’t believe that, but to willfully defy the quote was to tempt fate—and if to find it true, to know nothi...
What made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting small things first, the smell of the soap her mother had bathed with, the color of the dress she’d worn to ch...
I love learning about different dialects and I own all sorts of regional and time-period slang dictionaries. I often browse through relevant ones while writing a story. I also read a lot of diaries an...
She had not remembered then what she remembers now, a memory like something buried in river silt that finally works free and rises to the surface...
Maybe calling it being hitched ain’t the prettiest way to say you’re married, but it’s the truth to my mind and true in a good way, because you’re working together and depending on each other, and you...
Wisely reconsidered and let the hand
You cut up your feet pretty good, but nothing deep enough to need stitches. That was almost a mile walk and you sick as him, and barefoot to boot. I don’t know how you did it. You must love that child...
It’s a hard place this world can be. No wonder a baby cries coming into it. Tears from the very start.
I listened to time clicking like hooves on pavement. But time isn't something you can rein in. It moves on without pause, taking us with it no matter how much we wish it otherwise.
Superstitions are just coincidence or ignorance.
He carries what he feels for people deep inside. Even as a kid he was that way, Aunt Margaret said. Your momma knows that. But I had wondered then as I did now what good love was that couldn’t be expr...
Spend a long time alone, especially if you're someone who's never been that social to begin with, and you find yourself craving solitude.
A brown trout sips one off the surface. Beneath the trout, mica-flecked sand gleams white. Come fall the female's caudal fin will nudge the grains to make a nest, the eggs spilling like pearls into a...
Of course, who can forget that first love, or first sex, or first drink - especially if they all occur together. I also remember how, after Ligeia had left our lives, I'd worried for months that she m...
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