No one travels without purpose. Those who are lost wish to be lost.
He has read enough to know there are no collections where each story is perfect. Some hits. Some misses. If you’re lucky, a standout. And in the end, people only really remember the standouts anyway, and they don’t remember those for very long.
I am the proud owner of several complexes. But who isn’t? When you think about it, isn’t a person just a structure built in reaction to the landscape and the weather?
What is the point of bad dates if not to have amusing anecdotes for your friends?
Why are you so quiet?” he asks. Because, you want to say, I am a person with an interior world that you know nothing about.
He doesn’t believe in “the one.” There are zillions of people in the world; no one is that special.
They didn’t put a scarlet letter on her chest, but they didn’t need to. That’s what the Internet is for.
Evey day, there is less of me. Today I am thoughts without words. Tomorrow I will be a body without thoughts. And so it goes.
In reading Twain, I often suspect he is having more fun than I am.
Anticipating the worst doesn’t provide insurance from the worst happening,” Mimmy says.
But me-also-thinks my latter-day reaction speaks to the necessity of encountering stories at precisely the right time in our lives. Remember, Maya: the things we respond to at twenty are not necessarily the same things we will respond to at forty and vice versa. This is true in books and also in life.
If something is good and universally acknowledged to be so, this is not reason enough to dislike it.
I chanced upon “The Luck of Roaring Camp” again a couple of years ago and I cried so much you’ll find that my Dover Thrift Edition is waterlogged. Methinks I have grown soft in my middle age. But me-also-thinks my latter-day reaction speaks to the necessity of encountering stories at precisely the right time in our lives. Remember, Maya: the things we respond to at twenty are not necessarily the same things we will respond to at forty and vice versa. This is true in books and also in life.
She is seventy, and she believes you try new things or you may as well die.
Bookstores attract the right kind of folk.
Oh yes, it’s very tragic. Why does everyone always like love stories? What about absence-of-love stories? Aren’t they much more common?
People like what they like, and that’s the great and terrible thing.
I like all weddings, but isn’t it particularly lovely when two grown-ups decide to get married?
In truth, she hadn’t put much thought into whether she was happy before. She supposes that since she never thought about it, she must have been happy. People who are happy don’t really need to ask themselves if they are happy or not, do they? They just are happy, she thinks.
And then, despite the fact that A. J. does not believe in God, he closes his eyes and thanks whomever, the higher power, with all his porcupine heart.