With one long breath, caught and held in his chest, he fought his sadness over his solitary life. Don't cry, you idiot! Live or die, but don't poison everything.
A man should be able to hear, and to bear, the worst that could be said of him.
If I had a child of school age, I would send him to one of the Waldorf Schools.
It would not be practical for her to hate herself. Luckily, God sends a substitute, a husband.
It's not up to me ... to make the world consistent.
The sand swallows burst out of their scupper holes in the bluffs and out over the transparent drown of the water, back again to the white, to the brown, to the black, from moving to stock-still sand waves and water-worked woods and roots that hugged and twisted in the sun.