On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, shaken into funny groans by the bump of each step as he hurried down.

she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face.

There was the noise itself, which he thought of vaguely as the noise of classical music, sameish and rhetorical, full of feelings people surely never had

She felt that at some point she must finally and formally talk to Louisa about Hubert, and ask her to acknowledge that the worst possible thing had happened to her as well.

He was asking for memories, too young himself to know that memories were only memories of memories.

Trust your imagination, dreams, and hopes. Just never forget to take actions to justify your trust.

Is trust such a thing to be earned and spent like silver?

Be a good man to Allah and a bad man to yourself (desires); and be one of the commoners among the people

My goal is the same as every year - to not hurt myself.

Trying to trade during a losing streak is emotionally devastating. Trying to play 'catch up' is lethal.

Life is a series of avoiding horrible situations until ultimately you're dead. That's how I feel about things.

It (baseball) has no clock, no ties and no Liberal intrusions into the organized progression.

It's weird juggling children in a rhinestone outfit.

It was important to me to have a wedding and walk in white, because sometimes we feel that at a certain age you should act a certain way. You can find love at any age. You just have to go for it.

Some of my most special shooting experiences have been at weekends.