What we remember from childhood we remember forever—permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen. —CYNTHIA OZICK, AMERICAN WRITER, B. 1928
When she was little and a bad dream woke her, Gran would advise her to change the channel by turning her pillow over. It worked every time.
When something is hard, but you do it anyway and get stronger because you did it, that’s building character.
Life had taught him long ago that fear and happiness could not coexist.
When your pain is bad, and your strength is gone, you might start thinking of leaving. Leaving. I like that.
Why did joy bring the same tears as sadness? Why did the throat and chest ache with fire, regardless? Was it because, deep down, everyone knew it was fragile and ephemeral? Did the tears come from the...
Why not seize the pleasure at once? How often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparation! —Jane Austen (1798)
Wishful thinking is a powerful force.
You can either kill me. Or marry me, he said. His suggestion slammed into her with the force of a blow. She reeled back. No! He bent and began fishing nails out of the bucket. No to what? To both choi...
You can't rewind life or undo things.
You cannot make a man love me any more than you can keep a flower from turning its face to the sun. Nature has endowed us with certain urges. That’s why we speak of the magic of love.
You have seven writers in your basement?Donald nods, signing, They like it here. There’s a poet, a couple of novelists, an opera librettist, an essay writer . . . . They don’t usually make much troubl...
You mustn’t touch me. Very slowly, he lowered his hand. You need to be touched, Caitlin MacBride. You need it very badly. She girded herself with denial. Even if it were so, I would not need it from a...
You’re afraid, he said, the amazement of sudden revelation lighting his face. I never thought I’d find the one thing you fear. I’m not afraid, she said. You’ve never been kissed before, have you? She...
You’re good at so many things, Camille said. I’m a fat loser, Julie stated. And don’t say I’m not fat because I am. Camille felt ill. She’d been blind to what Julie wanted. Was she a terrible mother f...
You’re right. I have no heart because I lost it to you.
Your smile is my sunshine.
A fight was never about the thing being fought over.
A group of villagers in the highlands of Vietnam, he’d discovered the crash site of four U.S. soldiers who had gone missing fifty years before.
Anything was possible if only she dared to believe herself worthy.
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