The mist hung in the air like a prancing unicorn.

Twenty years is, after all, a long time. We are not the same people we were. Old friends, lovers, even family members: they are strangers who happen to wear a familiar face. We have no...

I am less interested in ghosts than in people who see ghosts.

His wife, Genevieve, had her bare feet up on the sofa, exhausted by the responsibility of coordinating the domestic crisis of Christmas in a house with a dreamy husband, four kids, two dogs, a mare...

He said he preferred to feel the earth sing through his feet, and that shoes stopped you from hearing the song of the earth.

Some people feed you with love.

The trouble with forgiveness is that some people don’t want to be forgiven.

Todo lo que oyes o ves o tocas o hueles está ligado a una historia, una historia que yo puedo contarte. Si dices «beicon», puedo contarte una historia. Si dices «nieve», puedo contarte una docena...

And there was Tara, again with that shy half-smile and her burgundy lips slightly puckered, that shy kink, an incomplete curlicue at the corner of her mouth; he’d seen it before many times but never...

Rationally speaking, blaming one’s behavior on alcohol or drugs is like blaming the ladder by which you descended into a pit, or the staircase that took you down to a cellar, for what you found...

Because two people in love don’t make a hive mind. Neither should they want to be a hive mind, to think the same, to know the same. It’s about being separate and still loving each...