What we do going forward defines who we are.” Juliette, Pg. 397.
To impatient youth, all things took for ever and any kind of waiting was torture. Pg. 221.
Donald reached for the straw and steered it toward her lips. Such dangerous lips. They would tell him anything, keep him confused, use him so that she might feel less hollow, less alone.
Love was earned and hard-fought and cherished. It was Marco’s face and his rough palm on her cheek. It wasn’t something a family got for being a family.
There is good and bad in all things. We find what we expect to find. We see what we expect to see. I have learned that if I tilt my head just right and squint, the world outside is beautiful.
Health and understanding seem to intersect in one’s forties, the one peaking as the other begins its slow ascent. Maybe you’ll know one day what you should’ve taken the time to appreciate.
When the headlights hit us, the rays acted like a steel blade slicing through our indecision. Our thoughts and plans fell away – as did our logic and ability to reason. All that remained was the urge to flee.
Apologies weren’t welds; they were just an admission that something had been broken. Often between two people.
All great discoveries were like this. It was the rare souls full of hope who showed the world what could be done; and then came the thundering herds, those doubters and naysayers who had once put up barriers, now shoving everyone out of their way.
Montana wants to scream, but the thing she is angry at is in the past. The past can’t hear her. This is the thing, her great discovery. She smiles at the future. Happiness is a choice.
That hotshot pilot who buzzed the Hudson is forgotten. Here is something new. The boom and the smoke – these two things are unrelated in my mind.
She is on the planet Tralfamadore, billions of light years from Earth, but she feels right at home in this stranger’s arms. The way a mosquito feels at peace in amber.
Killing a man should be harder than waving a length of pipe in their direction. It should take long enough for one’s conscience to get in the way.
It was the hubris of each generation to think this anew, to think that their time was special, that all things would come to an end with them.
Sometimes a thing needed opening before closure was found.
It turned out that some crooked things looked even worse when straightened. Some tangled knots only made sense once unraveled.
It was a sad loss, this illusion of importance, a humbling blow.
Living frugally is one of the best things an author can do to prepare for their career.
Fiction challenges us and works its miracles by placing us in the skin of another human being and teaching us empathy.
The best kisses in the world take place at night, in the ocean, with two naked bodies coiled around one another, only the stars to keep them company.