Yes, at times in front of goal a fog descends. Perhaps the speed of my feet doesn't match up with that of my mind.

I think what's important is to give space to the range of human experience.

It has been discovered experimentally that you can draw laughter from an audience anywhere in the world of any class or race simply by walking on a stage and uttering the words "I am a married man."

We're all rejected people, we know what it is to be refused, we know what it is to be oppressed, depressed, and then, accused, and I am very much cognizant of that feeling. Nothing in the world is...

In the moments between bullets, those in foxholes regain their vision. They get to count the dead, feel for holes. Pain creeps through a sluice of calm.

"I believe that we don't choose our stories," she began, leaning forward. "Our stories choose us." She paused and took a sip of water. Her hand, I noticed was steady.. "And if we don't tell them, then...

Taken together the Internet reads like the grandest character-driven novel humanity has ever known. Not much plot though.

We are all in the same boat, boat of life. Does not seem to be a rudder with oarsman. Perhaps my words may find a path, path through currents and waters as we continue our journey on river of life. -...

So I found myself telling my own stories. It was strange: as I did it I realised how much we get shaped by our stories. It's like the stories of our lives make us the people we are. If someone had no...

I need to remember what they look like. I try to hold them still behind my eyes, their faces, like pictures in an album. But they won't stay still for me, they move, there's a smile and it's gone,...

I'm not mad. I already told you that. We all have mistakes in our past... and our future. It's a fact of life.

Nothing much bothered you for a while and you kept walking like a silhouette through this town, saying hi's and goodbyes, acting polite at all times. But there is no fire in your heart; you are not...

In effect, painting is the still memory of {the artist's} human motion, and our individual responses to it depend on who we are, on our character, which underlines the simple truth that no person...

Sometimes there is such beauty in awkwardness.

And yet he found comfort in the absence of telling.

You can truly miss characters. Not like you miss people, but you can still miss them.

In the sense of movement a boat is a living thing

Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them.

Parenting is something that happens mostly while you're thinking of something else.

Lately whenever I'd scratched somebody's surface I'd turned up a ghost story.

What the war did to dreamers

He thought his heart would kill him, he'd had no clue what it was capable of.

What I said to God through my gasping sobs was something like this: 'Hello, God. How are you? I'm Liz. It's nice to meet you.' That's right - I was speaking to the creator of the universe as though...

It was unreal, grotesquely unreal, that morning skies which dawned so tenderly blue could be profaned with cannon smoke that hung over the town like low thunder clouds, that warm noontides filled with...

Have you ever fought an opponent you had no defense against? Like a fire breather or an acid spitter? Once I faced a female with diamond skin, Nix said breathlessly. I was transfixed - even as she was...

He was a man who knew there were such things as jokes in the world or people would not write about them, but had never actually been introduced to one or shaken its hand.

Perhaps this was what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.

I will not say do not cry, for not all tears are bitter.

The feet bear the burden of the body, the head the burden of the mind, and the heart the burden of the spirit.

We cannot say what they meant, for there are no words for their meaning, but we know it without words and we knew it then.