A generous donor (who had no doubt lived a life that imperiled his mortal soul) had granted [the Sisters] more than one hundred waterfront acres.
Vietnam...war...it did something to us. Or maybe not. Maybe the bad seeds were always in me, and war gave them a dark place in which to grow.
Billy squinted at me. "Why are you letting them go?" "Because they're real." "How do you know?" "The one I was holding crapped on my hand.
He knew he would always remember her, standing there with that expectant, forward-looking smile, enough to turn the future into summer.
That's the beauty of the summer holidays. It's as if life is just a big Etch-a-Sketch, and once a year you get to shake it vigorously up and down and start again.
The curve of my waist in a tight fitting summer dress can really make me new friends.
Come summer rain and winter snow, My love is there wherever you go; Over mountains high and oceans deep, My love will guide you awake or asleep.
We were enjoying one of those rare summers of utter freedom – no financial responsibility, no debts, no time owing to anybody.
There were corpses here and there and pools of blood. I remember seeing a butterfly flutter up and down that street. Summer does not abdicate.
There was nothing new in sitting on this dock, on this or that wooden bench, watching for his boat to come. In some ways, she was always waiting for him.
She'd secretly had a crush on him since they were twelve years old. Last summer, she'd fallen for him hard.
I see a broken shell and I remind myself that something might have needed setting free. See, broken things always have a story, don't they?
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.
God, no. I don’t want to tame her, I want to watch her. I just want to watch her be herself – it turns me on like nothing else.
What a blessing it is to love books. Everybody must love something, and I know of no objects of love that give such substantial and unfailing returns as books and a garden.
I'm at a camp with over 100 girls 11 to 13 years old, around my own age, and I feel like my parents are my only friends. -Mackenzie
Somebody said once or wrote, once: 'We're all of us children in a vast kindergarten trying to spell God's name with the wrong alphabet blocks!
An event in the present evokes past sensations. But science couldn't explain how a foolish heart had the power to overrule common sense.
I believe that love is better than hate. And that there is more nobility in building a chicken coop than in destroying a cathedral.
To lose everything is not the worst can happen." "It's starting again, from nothing, with nothing," Otah said. "Is exactly this," Maj agreed, then a moment later. "Starting again, and doing better.
We must be careful with our words – we’re like superheroes and words are like our super powers. Super powers should always be used to help others…
