Live today like there’s no tomorrow!
This was the start of a period that blurs as I try to recall it. Incidents seem to cascade and merge. Events become feelings, fellings become events. Head and heart are contrary historians.
A baseball bat could not have hit me harder than that smile did. I was sixteen years old. In that time, how many thousands of smiles had been aimed at me? so why did this one feel like the first?
Maybe it was the angle, but her fawn’s eyes, looking up at me, seemed larger than ever. I had to make an effort to keep my balance lest I fall into them.
I seem to have a natural tendency to want to share my own observations and feelings with other people, and writing seems to be the way I’m best equipped to do that.
He said even if it’s too cloudy to see, the sun will still rise, it will still be there. “But that’s the whole point,” I said. “Seeing it.” “Is it?” he said.
In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.
Usually it takes me about nine to 12 months to write a book.
She laughed, and the desert sang.
I went to Gettysburg College, where the famous Civil War battle was fought. I majored in English. I would’ve liked to major in writing, but they didn’t offer a major in that.
I love surprises! That’s what is great about reading. When you open a book, you never know what you’ll find.
A strong relationship is an honest relationship, and no honest relationship is all peaches and cream. Love is the key. Where love abides, anger is but a passing visitor.
When bad things turn good, the reason can usually be found in the human heart – sometimes in the hearts of great masses of people, sometimes in the heart of a solitary soul.
Nobody has the time, the time cannot be owned. The time is free to everyone.
Of course, all of their words for a thousand years could not fill the hole left by his mother, but they could raise a loving fence around it so he didn’t keep falling in.
Kids still can be said to live in their own little world. Even if their parents are helicoptering around them, assigning play dates and so forth, I think they’re still living in some sense of their own little perceptual worlds.
You are truly focused when you’re so focused that you don’t know you’re focused.
In my mind, I’m writing for everybody.
Or maybe you’re merely uncomfortable with uncertainty. Like the rest of the human race.
The golden rule of writing is to write what you care about. If you care about your topic, you’ll do your best writing, and then you stand the best chance of really touching a reader in some way.