It is no coincidence that the words ‘trying’ and ‘dying’ are only a few letters apart.
This is a story about a man named Eddie and it begins at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun.
I seem to have very few casual readers, only passionate and appreciative ones.
For as spiritual as some people think my books are, I’ve never really dealt with religious things.
Got an hour or two? That’s all it takes for one of my books.
I would lying if I said I would laugh in the face of death.
People often belittle the place where they were born.
There is everything you know and there is everything that happens. When the two do not line up, you make a choice.
I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck, and I never even realized I was doing it.
Love is the only rational act.
For many of us, the curtain had just come down on childhood.
Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.
Death doesn’t just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.
One withers, another grows.
Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow, if it meant eating it with her.
With Marguerite, he wanted only time – more and more time – and he was granted it, nighttimes and daytimes and nighttimes again.
Have you found someone to share your heart with? Are you giving to your community? Are you at peace with yourself? Are you trying to be as human as you can be?
The years after graduation hardened me into someone quite different from the strutting graduate who left campus that day headed for New York city, ready to offer the world his talent. The world, I discovered. was not all that interested.
But our eyes are different, what you see ain’t what I see.
Chicago keeps getting all these complete games. Im expecting 50 cent hot dogs.