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.

Overnight everyone has grown up. While she was becoming, everyone grew up and became.

Places remained and time flowed through them like wind through the grass. Right now. This was the future turning into the past. One thing becoming another. Like a flame on the end of a match. Wood...

Harry looked down and saw deep green mountains and lakes, coppery in the sunset.

The bliss of the ordinary, the true summering among familiar things and always close faces, replaced the dangerous and exhilarating happiness of lively spaces and dreamed flights through them.

everything tried to get its living done in the brief hour of respite. It

With my bright shirt and stick with a hook on the top, I set off every morning to... clean the beaches. So many, oh so many human bodies lie there in the light. And so many souls are lost in darkness....

It's remarkable, being alive. Being, once again, someone walking through a dust of blowing snow, passing the window of the liquor store, which offers an array of bottles surrounded by tiny blinking...

I've lived my life again just telling it to you.

Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.

His horse stumbled in the tussocky ground and made him realize, then, how thoughtlessly fast he was riding... how thoughtlessly fast he was thinking.

He's got a can up there,' Richard said.

She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.

Poor creatures! If it is wrong to love them, it is the least that we complain. You complain about the blind who has never seen the rays of the day, the deaf who has never heard the agreements of...

The emotions between the races could never be pure; even love was tarnished by the desire to find in the other some element that was missing in ourselves. Whether we sought out our demons or...

Reflection comes between us and every other person and object in the world. An object or a person can be reflected in so many different ways. Yet the heart of an object or the essence of the heart can...

The secret and the sacred are sisters. When the secret is not respected, the sacred vanishes. Consequently, reflection should not shine too severe or aggressive a light on the world of the soul.

Nico was devastatingly alone. He'd lost his big sister Bianca. He'd pushed away all other demigods who'd tried to get close to him. His experiences at Camp Half-Blood, in the Labyrinth and in Tartarus...

We think we've seen it all before, we think we know it all by heart.