I was pushed roughly but dispassionately onto my stomach and something went twice around my wrists and then tightened up as well, feeling like baling wire and biting cruelly.
Do not envy a sinner; you don't know what disaster awaits him.
How we treasure (and admire) the people who acknowledge us!
The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they're going to have some pretty annoying virtues.
By learning to discover and value our ordinariness, we nurture a friendliness toward ourselves and the world that is the essence of a healthy soul.
I used to believe that marriage would diminish me, reduce my options. That you had to be someone less to live with someone else when, of course, you have to be someone more.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't.
The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else.