Every reader has found charms by which to secure possession of a page that, by magic, becomes as if never read before, fresh and immaculate.
Joe closed his hand over the watch and it was still warm from his father's pocket, ticking against his palm like a heart.
Histories, chronologies and almanacs offer us the illusion of progress, even though, over and over again, we are given proof that there is no such thing.
In the long history of male and female relations all the way back to the Garden, I can't think of one in which a woman's anger ever won over a man.
We are losing our common vocabulary, built over thousands of years to help and delight and instruct us, for the sake of what we take to be the new technology's virtues.
It's just I'd rather sleep through the days so I'll be awake for the nights, when the boys are out.
...but it is good to be several floors up in the dead of night wondering whether you are any good or not and the only decision you can make is that you did it...
A writing day is like any other day. Except I live in my pajamas, I forget to eat, and I suddenly look up, wondering when day turned into night.
I felt alone on the planet, drifting through the cosmos. With both hands I reached out to the night. There was no answer. Or maybe I just couldn't hear it.
That’s how it felt – that the loss of him had a life of its own. I lived with it as I could have lived with him. Some nights it was quiet and sometimes it pounded on my door.
No sport, watching horror movie with friends in bright room. Try that alone at night without light with mirror above screen!
Doing some late-night home improvements, my man? (...) For what it's worth, I never had any use for that froufrou French shit, either." - Tegan
Mars tugs at the human imagination like no other planet. With a force mightier than gravity, it attracts the eye to the shimmering red presence in the clear night sky...
Because I see A rainstorm in June Just before the sun The black of night Just before the stars And, girl, I see your ghost Just before our dawn
Cecie keeps telling him she’d like to take him home some night, husband or no. The Minotaur waits hopefully. Husband or no.
It was the kind of place where hard drinkers came to wrestle their demons while fallen angels drank alone in dark smoky corners.
Love is very real and it's dangerous. People do crazy things in the name of love. Bad things. Love is powerful and shouldn't be played with.
Thus, she had learned a romance book was fiction. A hero who truly cared for the heroine was called a fantasy.
He once told me that an August evening was "as hot as three toads in a Cuisinart," a comparison that left me blinking two days later.
He's got a chloroform-soaked rag in one hand, and before Judy realizes what's happening, the dude is all over her like fat on cheese.
See I'm the reckless and wild one who saves him from being boring. It's why we're perfect for each other. We balance. - Madame Selena
