When you’re five, you know your age down to the month. Even in your twenties you know how old you are. I’m twenty-three, you say, or maybe twenty-seven. But then in your thirties something strange sta...
She’s not your friend. She’s a barmaid.
Is where you're from the place you're leaving or where you have roots?
In all its beautiful, tragic fragility, there was still life.
I'm afraid to breathe in case I break the spell.
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
Gorillas are in danger of being wiped out by the Ebola virus. I feel like we have limited time to get to know them and understand them and they're going to disappear - that's terrifically sad. Wouldn'...
They grew fat and happy--the horses, not the children, or Marlena for that matter.
Make yourselves at home, boys. Stay awhile. Oh, sorry—I see you already have. Damn ghosts.
It was full of luxurious trappings and shiny baubles, and that had blinded me to the fact that nothing about it was real.
In seventy years, I’ve never told a blessed soul.
I used to think I preferred getting old to the alternative, but now I'm not sure. Sometimes the momotony of bingo and sing-alongs and ancient dusty people parked in teh hallway in wheelchairs makes me...
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.
Don't mind Russ, he says. He's a good kid underneath all those holes, although it's a wonder he doesn't spring a leak when he drinks
If you expect people to try to do things your way, you're going to have to give some hints as to what that way is.
90/93-year-old Jacob wonders as he gazes at his aged reflection, 'When did I stop being me?
Paraded around town in an elephant cage, an elephant who repeatedly pulled her stake and stole the lemonade,
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
When two people are meant to be together, they will be together. It's fate.