I just can't. I'm married. I made my bed and now I have to lie in it.
Age is a terrible thief. Just when you’re getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently
In all its beautiful, tragic fragility, there was still life.
Make yourselves at home, boys. Stay awhile. Oh, sorry—I see you already have. Damn ghosts.
I get poked and prodded like this every morning. I'm like a piece of meat unearthed from the back of the fridge, suspect until proven otherwise.
When two people are meant to be together, they will be together. It's fate.
His hat from his head and presses it to his chest. I walk a few dozen yards from the train, climb the grassy bank, and sit rubbing my
What else do I have to offer? Nothing happens to me anymore. That’s the reality of getting old, and I guess that’s really the crux of the matter. I’m not ready to be old yet.
I’m glad nothing requires my intervention, because I’m trying hard to maintain my composure. This is the first time I’ve ever seen a woman naked and I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.
It's like Charlie told the cop. For this old man, this is home.
My intention that people will feel like throttling her
Ones I had watched.
Paraded around town in an elephant cage, an elephant who repeatedly pulled her stake and stole the lemonade,
They grew fat and happy--the horses, not the children, or Marlena for that matter.
The sky the sky- same as it always was.
90/93-year-old Jacob wonders as he gazes at his aged reflection, 'When did I stop being me?
It was full of luxurious trappings and shiny baubles, and that had blinded me to the fact that nothing about it was real.
Now don’t tell anyone, she says, bustling in and sliding my dinner-table-cum-vanity over my lap. She sets down a paper napkin, plastic fork, and a bowl of fruit that actually looks appetizing, with st...
I open the orangutan's door and set a pan of fruits, vegetables, and nuts on the floor. As I close it, her long arm reaches through the bars. She points at an orange in another pan. 'That? You want th...
In seventy years, I’ve never told a blessed soul.
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