She hasn't lost anything she loved enough to hate the idea of God.
The prospect of an early death sits differently upon each person. In some it gifts maturity far outweighing their age and experience: calm acceptance blossoms into a beautiful nature and soft...
They came and they went; they ached and pained. They laughed privately and cried to themselves as if heeding a way - off silent call. They were forever childish, sweet and convulsive. They heard sound...
I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only...
When he is cheerful - - when the sun shines into his mind - - then I venture to peep in, just as far as the light reaches, but no further. It is holy ground where the shadow falls!
She admired her passion, knowing that passion is by definition excessive.
Moses loved his relatives quite openly and even helplessly . . . It was childish of him; he knew that. He could only sigh at himself, that he should be so undeveloped on that significant side of his...
Women have often been in my life, but none of them managed to instill in me the dreams I once shared with Kate in the doctor's kitchen. I suppose all of that died with her; and if it might seem...
It was a fear that disappeared once the action started, to be replaced by the mad bloodlust that was sometimes called courage.
Augustin stood there looking down at him and cursed him speaking slowly clearly bitterly and contemptuously and cursing as steadily as though he were dumping manure on a field lifting it with a dung...
However gross a man may be, the minute he expresses a strong and genuine affection, some inner secretion alters his features, animates his gestures, and colors his voice. The stupidest man will often,...
He didn't know he had only the shell of the woman he loved. It didn't matter. The shell was enough.
Bad luck doesn't have any chinks in it," he said with deep bitterness. "I was born a son of a bitch and I'm going to die a son of a bitch.
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
