He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.

Once, this whole world had been hidden beneath a shallow sea.

You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.

She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.

After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?

It's funny how things seem different, suddenly.

No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart.

Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.

It seemed there was no end at all to the lies a person could tell, once she got started.

Norah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence.

Then she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience.

The man stopped talking and was looking at the sunset.But what does someone who hates and loves want with a sunset?

When you acknowledge the audience's shadow you become their hero.

By 'life,' we mean a thing that can nourish itself and grow and decay.

There was even a time when Donald Trump didn't get an Emmy for his TV program three years in a row and he started tweeting that the Emmys were rigged against him.

I don't have to forgive you, Cath said. It's not like that with you. You're just in with me. Always. No matter what happens.

All of West Ham's away victories have come on opponents' territory this season

It doesn't matter where I am; I'm yours.

Vision is seeing a future state with the mind's eye. Vision is applied imagination.

A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.

We need to be moral archaeologists to pull out how we understand the world