If you have experienced an evening more exciting than any in your life, you're sad to see it end; and yet you still feel grateful that it happened.

How many times already had I encountered the painful lesson that although we may wish for the barb to be pulled from our flesh, it leaves a welt that doesn't heal?

We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.

He was like a song I'd heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since.

I worried she might spend an afternoon chatting with me about the sights and then wish me best of luck.

Finally the homeless eel marked its territory, I suppose, and the Doctor lay heavily upon me, moist with sweat.

I went back to those graves not long afterward and found as I stood there that sadness was a very heavy thing. My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier, as if those graves were pulling me down toward them.