Bonnie Parker: What would you do if some miracle happened and we could walk out of here tomorrow morning and start all over again clean? No record and nobody after us, huh? Clyde Barrow: Well, uh, I guess I'd do it all different. First off, I wouldn'...
I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Wooly jumpers, Wellington boot, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, ...
I sleep all day. Noises flit around the house- garbage truck in the alley, rain, tree rapping against the bedroom window. I sleep. I inhabit sleep firmly, willing it, wielding it, pushing away dreams, refusing, refusing. Sleep is my lover now, my for...
Memory deludes me. I have just remembered something that I completely forgot after it happened. I remembered it again when I was about sixteen, and then I forgot it again. And this morning I remembered not the event itself but the previous recollecti...
Now the valley cried with anger, "Mount your horses draw your sword." And they killed the mountain people, so they won their just reward. Now they stood beside the treasure, on the mountain dark and red. Turned the stone and looked beneath it. "Peace...
Have you ever dealt with people who have lost everything in just an hour? In the morning you leave the house where your wife, your children, your parents live. You return and you find a smoking pit. Then something happens to you - to a certain extent...
If one morning in the Spring, a stranger came and said to me, Your mother, father, brother, sister, uncle, lover, friend, is dead. From a b-52, napalm bombing, search and destroy mission, air attack, Tet offensive, My Lai massacre, failed escape, I w...
I do not, can not write just for money. Lord knows I haven't made much. I write because it is what my Father has given me to do. I do not mean that He woke me one morn, put His finger to my forehead and commanded me write. I mean He quietly and gentl...
Youths should study,' grumbled the Old Woman, 'and not take the laws apart. And you, dear Youth, before you become acquainted with the Beautiful Woman, take a good look into her Garden through the window tomorrow morning, when everything is clearly a...
Not all deceptions are palatable. Untruths are too easy to come by, too quickly exploded, too cheap and ephemeral to give lasting comfort. Mundus vult decipi, but there is a hierarchy of deceptions. Near the bottom of the ladder is journalism: a stea...
Jem is nothing but goodness. That he struck you last night only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness.
I am hell with a knife and there is nothing I can really do about it but try and keep my mouth shut and try not to let it show.
Show your compassion to people in their life time; no amount of your tears can serve as compensation when their coffins are lowered!
You wish for what's called wooing. This customary game, where the man shows the woman that resistance is impractical, strikes me as quite pointless.
It's hard to show you that I tried unless you end up succeeding.
Frustration is an important directional arrow. It shows you where to go to move forward. And what to move away from.
Women show men beauty in things beyond their ambitions. Women tell men to stop and smell the roses.
Instead of waiting for beauty to show up at your doorstep, create so much beauty within you that it will inevitably overflow in all directions.
Let us fly, Madam Harpy Queen. Show me how you dance on the wind.
I can't accept that a work of fiction should be either immoral or moral. It should merely show the world as it is and have no moral bias.
Give men your ear, but not your heart. Show respect for those in power, but don't follow them blindly. Judge with logic and reason, but comment not.
