My great-great grandfather and I were the best of friends, although we never met

My eyes refuse to let him leave, but he stands still holding my hand, lingering for as long as possible.

That’s why writers write—to say things loudly with ink. To give feet to thoughts; to make quiet, still feelings loudly heard.

Ich wollte meine Augen öffnen, um Gideon ein letztes Mal anzusehen, aber ich schaffte es nicht.”Ich liebe dich, Gwenny, bitte verlass mich nicht”, sagte Gideon, und das war das letzte, was ich hörte, bevor ich von einem großen Nichts verschluckt wurde.

You’ll never really be great unless you aim high.

Today is your big moment. Moments, really. The life you’ve been waiting for is happening all around you. The scene unfolding right outside your window is worth more than the most beautiful painting, and the crackers and peanut butter that you’re having for lunch on the coffee table are as profound, in their own way,...

Goodness is nothing in the furnace of art.

I can forgive almost any crime if a great story is left in its wake.

When you don’t know where you’re going, you drive on the highway.

Rogerson,” I asked him sweetly as we sat watching a video in the pool house, “where would I find the pelagic zone?””In the open sea,” he said. “Now shut up and eat your Junior Mints.

I’d heard of Evergreen Care Center before. Cass and I had always made fun of the stupid ads they ran on TV, featuring some dragged-out woman with a limp perm and big, painted-on circles under her eyes, downing vodka and sobbing uncontrollably. “We can’t heal you at Evergreen”, the very somber voiceover said. “But we...

Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.

…then we went skinny dippin’ and did things that frighten the fish…Character, Shelby Eatonton, from the movie, Steel Magnolias.

The drama of the essay is the way the public life intersects with my personal and private life. It’s in that intersection that I find the energy of the essay.

He hath always but slightly, known himself…King Lear

BOTTOMThere are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby that will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladiescannot abide. How answer you that?SNOUTBy’r lakin, a parlous fear.STARVELINGI believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done.BOTTOMNot a whit: I have a device to make all...

When the person you love can’t see your love for them beneath the painful things you say when they reject you, remember this: Love is blind.

“One cannot be a mother without first being a person; family, husband, and children should not be allowed, as is so often the case, to steal a woman’s selfhood and her dreams.” Mother to Sherlock, Mycroft, and Enola Holmes by author Nancy Springer

Actors are superstitious about beggars, perhaps because we’re largely in the same line.

No, she’s been killing me with kindness.” She pointed her finger in his face. “There’s a difference, and if you didn’t have her on a pedestal, you could tell the difference.

If he’s the person i think he is, he’ll handle it just right” Tarah had said. “If not, your better off without him.

Well Sarah’s on drugs again and that’s why she did it in Mario’s backseat, but now she might be pregnant, oh, and that messed-up Seth kid’s been cutting himself again so he was sent away to Halifax last week, and there’s a festival in Wolfville but Kathy won’t go because Audrey-Rose is going to be...

The Iraqi sun quickly heated the air to an unbearable onehundred twenty three degree’s, causing an unquenchable thirst toboil up in him. Thomas then dropped his rifle under his right arm,where it hung beneath his pit by a strap called a fast sling, there theweapon dangled under his sweat soaked uniform.

Hey Kate, you coming to our show Friday night?” He leaned in close and touched my shoulder. “The guys would love to see you there.””Yes. Yes, the guys would indeed.” Carter rolled his eyes and smirked. I held back my grin, well aware that he was laughing inwardly at the same thing I was. When...

I winked and locked my arm in Carter’s, and we stood there, watching Dean stroll away.”You know the guy’s never gonna give up,” Carter nudged me, letting out a sigh.”We’d have really pretty babies, huh?””Yup. They’d be rad little Brangelinas, running around tearing the place up.””Yeah, you’re right. My rejection is such a disservice to...

Make me.

And Kate thought about a time, long ago, when she had witnessed an ongoing romance between two mental patients. As a teenager watching their unlikely relationship unfold in front of her, she had understood that people did whatever they needed to do to be happy, regardless of their unfortunate circumstances. She supposed her mother’s day...

Besides, men aren’t worth your time anyway, Letti. If we women spent as much time on ourselves as we do fretting over men, we’d be invincible! Work on yourself because at the end of the day, you’re the only person you can trust.

Most drama in our lives is really rather squalid.

It’s great extremes which leads to great drama and great comedy.

Get busy with the issue! In this regard, time is not friendly…nor should it be.

Uncouth thoughts can come take possession of the sweetest mind. That happens to you, you got to keep yourself alone a long time to heal of it. Mostly so you don’t pass it on. Thoughts, you see, or things, or folks that touch, go right on rubbing on each other, long after the actual touching...

Young man, the truth is what you create.

At the heart of drama is conflict.

Say whatever you want to. Just because I said it, you don’t have to.”He was right; I didn’t have to. He wasn’t asking anything of me.

You can’t save others from themselves because those who make a perpetual muddle of their lives don’t appreciate your interfering with the drama they’ve created. They want your poor-sweet-baby sympathy, but they don’t want to change.

Feel it, deal with it, then throw it away

Dead parents are gruesome, yes, but anyone who’s anyone in children’s literature has either been orphaned or abandoned; well-adjusted kids from stable two-parent homes don’t go on hero quests.

Werd ich zum Augenblicke sagen:Verweile doch! du bist so schön!Dann magst du mich in Fesseln schlagen,Dann will ich gern zugrunde gehn!

In the end, drama is successful if you care about the people.

When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.

We are only victims if we allow ourselves to be.

the more you stared up crap the more it’s going to smell (/)

Even though I think I should tell him, I won’t. But I will figure out who did this.

Not anymore.

kakvim se sada osjećate, i cjelokupna vaša stvarnost takva kakva jest danas, predodređeni činiti vam se tek pukom iluzijom sutra?

Don’t be fooled, Clara. No one’s new and shiny. Not really.

A.P.M”, Acute Premature Melancholia”, usually an affliction of late middle age, they think is genetic since Ty Senoir has had it all his life, too.You look if you might be A.P.M, too, Sky: that kind of pissed-off mopey look in your face like you swallowed something really gross and can’t spit it out.

Whether you think you can – or you think you can’t – you are absolutely right

VIVA LA VIE BOHEME!