With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.

The whole thing’s illusion, [Jacob], and there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s what people want from us. It’s what they expect.

He only had the imperfect medium of words.

There is no question that I am the only thing standing between these animals and the business practices of August and Uncle Al, and what my father would do–what my father would want me to...

Sometimes when you get older—and I’m not talking about you, I’m talking generally, because everyone ages differently—things you think on and wish on start to seem real. And then you believe them, and before you...

How hard can it be to find a girl and an elephant for Christ’s sake?

To say that I wished I wasn’t there would be a ludicrous understatement, but I’d only ever had the illusion of choice: We have to do this, Hank had said. It’s for Ellis. To refuse...

I stare at her for a long moment. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

You do right by me, I’ll show you a life most suckers can’t even dream of.

It seems there’s nothing so good or pure it cant be taken without a moment’s notice. And then in the end, it all gets taken anyway.

After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled.

I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.I want.

age is a terrible theif

I scan the room. Catherine is writing quickly, her light brown hair falling over her face. She is left-handed, and because she writes in pencil her left arm is silver from wrist to elbow.

He stares at me, and then leans back in his chair. “He’s ill, Jacob.”I say nothing. “He’s a paragon schnitzophonic.””He’s what?!””Paragon schnitzophonic,” repeats Uncle Al. “You mean paranoid schizophrenic?””Sure. Whatever. But the bottom line is...

Keeping up the appearance of having all your marbles is hard work, but important.

When will people learn that just because you can make something doesn’t mean you should?

And then I laugh, because it’s so ridiculous and so gorgeous and it’s all I an do to not melt into a fit of giggles. So what if I’m ninety-three? So what if I’m ancient...

Sometimes the monotony of bingo and sing alongs, ancient dusty people parked in the hallway in wheelchairs makes me long for death, particularly when — remember that I’m one of the ancient dusty people, filed...

Is where you’re from the place you’re leaving or where you have roots?

I strain to hear, but my old ears, for all their obscene hugeness, pick up nothing but snippets:

90/93-year-old Jacob wonders as he gazes at his aged reflection, ‘When did I stop being me?

Sometimes when you get older — and I’m not talking about you, I’m talking generally, because everyone ages differently — things you think on and wish on start to seem real. And then you believe...

And don’t miss Frank Otto, the world’s most tattooed man! Held hostage in the darkest jungles of Borneo and tried for a crime he didn’t commit, and his punishment? Well, folks, his punishment is written...

Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and...

When I first submerged my feet into frigid water, they hurt so badly I yanked them out again. I persisted, dunking them for longer and longer periods, until the cold finally blistered.

Age is a terrible thief. Just when you’re getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently...

Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it.

How is it that everyone on this train has so much alcohol?””We always head to Canada at the beginning of the season,” she says taking her seat again. “Their laws are much more civilized. Cheers.

The person following is never in control, which she knows full well and which is exactly why she does it.

In your thirties something strange starts to happen. It’s a mere hiccup at first, an instant of hesitation. How old are you? Oh, I’m — you start confidently, but then you stop. You were going...

What else do I have to offer? Nothing happens to me anymore. That’s the reality of getting old, and I guess that’s really the crux of the matter. I’m not ready to be old yet.

La edad es una ladrona implacable. Justo cuando empiezas a tomar el pulso a la vida te arranca la fuerza de las piernas y te encorva la espalda.Produce dolores y enturbia la cabeza y silenciosamente...

Don’t mind Russ,” he says. “He’s a good kid underneath all those holes, although it’s a wonder he doesn’t spring a leak when he drinks

Even in your twenties you know how old you are. I’m twenty-three, you say, or maybe twenty-seven. But then in your thirties something strange starts to happen. It’s a mere hiccup at first, an instant...