It is the beauty of life that makes our lives worth living.

Up past the old lime kiln built into the side of a hill we take a hard right at a clearing lined by brittle apple trees still willing to bear fruit. I snap sticks beneath my feet and steal pictures of...

Sometimes there is such beauty in awkwardness.

I never went dancing again.

Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.

Why don't you read the Good News of God.

We must experience certain things in life, even in our childhood, so we can later look back and value the journey.

One must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day has been.

It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us... on the inside, looking out.

Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be...

To be free of customs: "Custom clouds the true face of things."

Too bad there wasn't a Valencia filter to smooth out memories.

I did it thirty-five minutes ago.

A bullet hole in my bedroom door was a grim reminder of December 7, 1941, and of an entire nation which had not been sufficiently awake…

Demonic activity levels? Do they have a device that measures whether the demons inside the house are doing power yoga?

I imagined the two of us cooking apples for Christmas, those stupid romantic little squares in the Currier and Ives style... I thought all the time: Sometimes what we have passes for love, when...

I went into the bathroom and caught sight of my reflection in the mirror over the sink. All my years looked back at me, and I could feel their weight, pressing down on my shoulders. I ran the shower...

The coat was a remnant from his stint at being people - size. I'd gotten his jacket, Ivy had gotten his silk robe, and we'd thrown out his two dozen toothbrushes.

but that is the way of things, with cities as with life, for one moment we are pottering about our errands as usual and the next we are dying, and our eternally impending ending does not put a stop to...

Sometimes I catch myself staring at the sea and forget my tasks. It seems large enough to contain anything that people might feel.

Once upon a time wasn't as long ago as it used to be.

It was like noticing the sun. You couldn't help but see it, to turn to face the heat of it, to bask in the glory of it. But often when the sun is high in the sky, the moon is up there, too. A dim...

It is not all books that are as dull as their readers. There are probably words addressed to our condition exactly, which, if we could really hear and understand, would be more salutary than the...

Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.

I could dodge the kick, but the stable door was already down - and I hadn't even realised it until I saw the splinters.

And I could have died right then. And considering how things went, I really should have.

"Same here, Cap'n," Amos said. "I got a lot of past in my past."

Having exhausted the possibilities based on his limited investigation so far, he got out of the car, walked down a wooden boardwalk, and reached the beach. It was nearly six-thirty, and the café...

The moon, our lonely sister, filters pain and harm from sunlight, and reflects it back to us safely, free of burn and blemish.

The same as most prayers, the bulk of what you hear is complaints and demands. Help me. Hear me. Lead me. Forgive me.