This is how we bring about our own damnation, you know-by ignoring the voice that begs us to stop. To stop while there’s still time. I opened the
When she said his name his arms prickled. Oh, he had it, all right. Had it bad.
The combination of a healthy body and a stable relationship with a self-reliant woman who takes zero shit from me or anyone else has made the continuity of my working life possible.
It always seems to be cool in the houses of old people, have you noticed?
Let’s get one thing clear right now, shall we? There is no Idea Dump, no Story Central, no Island of the Buried Bestsellers; good story ideas seem to come quite literally from nowhere, sailing at you right out of the empty sky: two previously unrelated ideas come together and make something new under the sun. Your job isn’t to find these ideas but to recognize them when they show up.
I think all mothers shine a little, you know, at least until their kids grow up enough to watch out for themselves.
This happened in 1932, when the state penitentiary was still at Cold Mountain. And the electric chair was there, too, of course.
He and Sully dared each other to go on the Wild Mouse and finally went together, howling deliriously as their car plunged into each dip, simultaneously sure that they were going to live forever and die immediately.
The soil of a man’s heart is stonier; a man grows what he can and tends it.
It was a moment he remembered for years after, as though a special small slice had been cut from the cake of time. If nothing fires between two people, such an instant simply falls back into the general wrack of memory.