The guest list, if there had been one, was a little like a census.
Up ahead they’s a thousan’ lives we might live, but when it comes, it’ll on’y be one. If I go ahead on all of ’em, it’s too much.
I won’t tell them about it,” said Abra. “You’re pretty sure of yourself.” “Yes,” she said, “I’m pretty sure of myself. Will you kiss me?” “Right here? Right in the street?” “Why not?” “Everybody’d see.” “I want them to,” said Abra. Aron said, “No. I don’t like to make things public like that.” She stepped around in front of him and stopped him. “You look here, mister. You kiss me now.” “Why?” She said slowly, “So everybody will know that I’m Mrs. Lettuce-head.
See. Is it responsibility or blame that bothers you?” “I don’t want blame.” “Sometimes responsibility is worse. It doesn’t carry any pleasant egotism.
I can just see it all over again. You’ll stay around a year or so and then you’ll get restless and you’ll make me restless. We’ll get mad at each other and then we’ll get polite to each other – and that’s worse. Then we’ll blow up and you’ll go away again, and then you’ll come back and we’ll do it all over again.” Adam asked, “Don’t you want me to stay?” “Hell, yes,” said Charles. “I miss you when you’re not here. But I can see how it’s going to be just the same.
By making careful preparations, by foreseeing possibilities, Doc hoped to make this party as non-lethal as possible without making it dull.
A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green.
All in all it was a good firm-grounded family, permanent, and successfully planted in the Salinas Valley, not poorer than many and not richer than many either. It was a well-balanced family with its conservatives and its radicals, its dreamers and its realists. Samuel was well pleased with the fruit of his loins.
Look, Samuel, I mean to make a garden of my land. Remember my name is Adam. So far I’ve had no Eden, let alone been driven out.
The Bank – or the Company – needs-wants-insists-must have-as though the Bank or the Company were a monster, with thought and feeling, which had ensnared them.
Here we sit,” he began at last. “ – broken-hearted,” Pilon added rhythmically.
This here ol’ man jus’ lived a life an’ just died out of it. I don’ know whether he was good or bad, but that don’t matter much. He was alive, an’ that’s what matters.
Now it is over,” he said sadly. “Now the great times are done. Thy friends will mourn, but nothing will come of their mourning.” Danny.
We will have to see whether the practicing through the years has prepared me for the writing of a book. For this is the book I have always wanted and have worked and prayed to be able to write. We shall see whether I am capable. Surely I feel humble in the face of this work. And as our Roman friends would say when casting outside themselves for help, Ora pro mihi. February.
Almost instinctively he went about learning the truth and at the same time disbelieved it.
From start to finish I found no strangers. If I had, I might be able to report them more objectively. But these are my people and this my country. If I found matters to criticize and to deplore, they were tendencies equally present in myself.
Lee asked, “How does Mrs. Hamilton feel about the paradoxes of the Bible?” “Why, she does not feel anything because she does not admit they are there.” “But – ” “Hush, man. Ask her. And you’ll come out of it older but not less confused.” Adam.
Teresina went often to confession. She was the despair of Father Ramon. Indeed he had seen that while her knees, her hands, and her lips did penance for an old sin, her modest and provocative eyes, flashing under drawn lashes, laid the foundation for a new one. During.
He remembered that his mother had a strong distaste for suicide, feeling that it combined three things of which she strongly disapproved – bad manners, cowardice, and sin.
You can’t hate men if you know them.