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

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 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.

They joined hands.So the world ended.And the next one began.

If it wasn't for flash backs, I wouldn't remember anything at all.

My mom has always just been one of those people who handle adversity and challenges, and really everything, with so much grace and elegance. I saw it all the time.

At the heart of every frustration lies a basic structure: the collision of a wish with an unyielding reality.

Just being alive is such a lovely and wonderful thing.

I'm going to live in the White House with my family.

A dog's idea of personal grooming is to roll on a dead fish.

President Obama projects a strong offense, but he faces a rebellious Congress focused on state's rights.

If there is true evil in the world - it is Republican conservatives.

Is it true that if you don’t USE it you LOSE it?