Tethered to the universe by tendrils of history, with threads of continuity descending to God knows where, I see that I'm more than the dust I'll become." This quote is from my novel, "Whispers from S...
My nation, as all nations, is becoming a land without peace, without thought, without mind, Madam Abbess. We are suffocating our spirits in commercial and material things. This is not envy, said Mr. K...
The soft, fluttering cry of a barn owl rose over the churchyard. Silent men flowed out of the dark.
It has always been my temperament to prefer a tiny amount of the excellent to a plenitude of the mediocre...
But the living must fear death, or they would not struggle to stay alive. from 'The Fallen Kings.
The moment was all we truly had: a succession of moments, a triumphal march of them, to create a life beyond compare.
It takes courage to stand for what you believe in.
The sun had just slipped behind the trees and evening cast its dark, smoky shadow.
Before I disappear behind the door, I stop and turn around to look at him.
I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.
It was not an unusual site to see Negro tenant farmers crossing the intersection of Spring and Barbrick on the way to the cotton warehouse
I had a few people ask me if I might one day write my own autobiography. I just told them, 'It's already being written; through my books.
I said to my mother, Henry VII is interesting. No he's not, my mother said.
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Then the vulture swooped down and away, racing the LeTort spring to the Conodoguinet Creek from there to the Susquehanna river and from there to the sea. Same river my ancestors took to reach the plac...
True, I have raped history, but it has produced some beautiful offspring.
According to Robert, his friend Moses was a soldier in the first war, as he described it. He fought Indians and soldiers in red coats.
I stop to brace myself against the walls, which are painted with the fingerprints of family.
It's their failure, my little Anna, not yours. Men who try to understand the world without the help of children are like men who try to bake bread without the help of yeast.
I have never learned to hate. Don't let my first lesson come from you.