Bones are patient. Bones never tire nor do they run away. When you come upon a man who has been dead many years, his bones will still be lying there, in place, content, patiently waiting, but his flesh will have gotten up and left him. Water is like ...
Much of what I have done is left unfinished- not because I left it too soon, not because I was lazy, but because it had a life of it's own that continues without me. Children, I suppose, are always unfinished business: they begin as part of your own ...
She is nine, beloved, as open-faced as the sky and as self-contained. I have watched her grow. As recently as three or four years ago, she had a young child's perfectly shallow receptiveness; she fitted into the world of time, it fitted into her, as ...
On moonlight nights the long, straight street and dirty white walls, nowhere darkened by the shadow of a tree, their peace untroubled by footsteps or a dog's bark, glimmered in the pale recession. The silent city was no more than an assemblage of hug...
The biggest disease this day and age is that of people feeling unloved.
Every age, every culture, every custom and tradition has its own character, its own weakness and its own strength, its beauties and ugliness; accepts certain sufferings as matters of course, puts up patiently with certain evils. Human life is reduced...
Hit your hand on a stone and expect it to hurt.
He was a bee in a stone honeycomb, and someone had cut off his wings.
Hold me and tell me, there's no world without you beside me." - Jax Stone
The man who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.
It's like a memorial to Atlantis or Lyonesse: these are the stone buoys that mark a drowned world.
To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
She loved the smell of books, the feel of books, the look of them on the shelf.
Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother?
Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work.
He wanted to tell the baby that Paris was like a poem in stone.
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
I used to wonder what I was doing wrong. Now I know: just about everything.
Do close your mouth. You look like a cow that's being artificially inseminated.
If not for me being stoned and clinging to a taco, it would have been terribly romantic.
Grab it while you can because tomorrow could suck you dry.
