It was like a mask had been pulled away from his face, uncovering a monster hidden beneath his friendly façade.

It was Red Rock Canyon. One of the most beautiful places in Waterton... in the Rockies, for that matter. And it was there, waiting for him to find it. As long as he was willing to look for it.

Sometimes, ” she whispered, her lips brushing his cheek, “you need to be lost in order to be found.

It made sense, Amanda decided. People thrived on the misfortunes of others: her mother was the perfect example of that. Can't see a car accident, she thought, for wanting to climb inside and join in.

Trapped on a school bus for an hour each morning and each evening, she devoured book after book. She explored a hundred worlds, indifferent to her peers and the passing of the universe.

It's going to happen whether you like it or not, ” he said quietly.The top of the book dropped to display Susan's wrinkled gaze. “What's that?”“Change, ” Rich said. “It's inevitable.

He couldn't be more than forty-five, but Murray Miles was stooped, old before his time. The mountains of Alberta had the ability to bend those who lived here.That, or it broke them.

Thursday afternoon, the dark clouds closed in, and by Friday morning a heavy rain was falling. The mountain peaks were hazy sentinels, disappearing into misty fog that clung to the valley.

Marriage is the ultimate solitude with minimal privacy.

Time is the sea in which men grow are born or die.

The sun though it passes through dirty places yet remains as pure as before.

What did it mean for a black woman to be an artist in our grandmothers' time? In our great-grandmothers' day? It is an answer cruel enough to stop the blood.

Go out, go out I beg of you And taste the beauty of the wild. Behold the miracle of the earth With all the wonder of a child.

Before history is written down in books, it is written in courage.

The truth is that it is our attitude towards children that is right, and our attitude towards grown-up people that is wrong.

Every poem, formal or free, has an ideal shape, and the job of the poet is to find it.

However, I think anything is better than high intellectual pressure. That is the most unbecoming thing there is. It makes the noses of the young girls so particularly large.

Whether you say you can't or you can, you're right.