And so give your uncommon readers a chance to join you in the solidarity of pain and love and the vision of human possibility. But isn’t it enough? For lack of the full heart’s desire, won’t it serve?
When she tipped her head and looked upward at the glowing dark blue dome pricked with its millions of lights, bigger and brighter than stars had ever been, she felt the mountains breathe in her face t...
There it was, there it is, the place where during the best time of our lives friendship had its home and happiness its headquarters.
The clear lesson of New England’s history is that when there are not enough suitable men around to run the world, women are perfectly capable of doing so.
Mexico was an interlude of magic between a chapter of defeats and an unturned page.
Literature is a function of temperament, and thank God there are many kinds of temperament and therefore many kinds of literature. I can speak only for my own, and after considerable acquaintance I ha...
Is it compulsory to be one of the immortals? We're all decent godless people, Hallie. Let's not be too hard on each other if we don't set the world afire. There's already been enough of that.
Getting old is like standing in a long, slow line. You wake up out of the shuffle and torpor only at those moments when the line moves you one step closer to the window.
Be bold, he says. Be brave. Be true to your birthright, what you recognize in your heart.
A wandering dog of a night wind came in off the sagebrush mesa carrying a bar of band music, and laid it on her doorstep like a bone.
The air is so crisp it gives me a brief, delusive sense of health and youth.those I don't have but I have learned not to scorn the substitutes: quiet, plenty of time, and a job to spend it on.
Sally has a smile I would accept as my last view on earth...
In that latitude the midsummer days were long, midsummer nights only a short darkness between the long twilight that postponed the stars and the green dawn clarity that sponged them up.
If you wanted something, you planned for it, worked for it, and made it happen.
I hope they have found enough pleasure along the way so that they don't want it ended
Human lives seldom conform to the conventions of fiction. Chekhov says that it is in the beginnings and endings of stories that we are most tempted to lie.
He looks into his Dixie cup and looks back up as if surprised at what he found there. The future, maybe.
Es lässt sich wohl kaum abstreiten… dass die Vorstellung von einem freien, ungebundenen Leben uns seit jeher berauscht und beflügelt hat. In unserer Gedankenwelt verbinden wir damit die Flucht vor der...
Do what you like to do. It’ll probably turn out to be what you do best.
A western buckaroo, I share his scorn for people who go camping by the book, relying on the authority of some half-assed assistant scoutmaster whose total experience outdoors probably consists of two...