Cecilia had unleashed her blood in the bath, Amy Schraff said, because the ancient Romans had done that when life became unbearable.

In the end, it wasn't death that surprised her but the stubbornness of life.

We knew that Cecilia had killed herself because she was a misfit, because the beyond called to her, and we knew that her sisters, once abandoned, felt her calling from that place, too.

During a warm winter rain ... the basins of her collarbones collected water.

The girls took into their own hands decisions better left to God. They became too powerful to live among us, too self-concerned, too visionary, too blind.

They made us participate in their own madness, because we couldn't help but retrace their steps, rethink their thoughts, and see that none of them led to us.

At that moment Mr. Lisbon had the feeling that he didn't know who she was, that children were only strangers you agreed to live with, and he reached out in order to meet her for the first time.

We realized that the version of the world they rendered for us was not the world they really believed in...

Mr. Lisbon had the feeling that he didn't know who she was, that children were only strangers you agreed to live with.

Household objects lost meaning. A bedside clock became a hunk of molded plastic, telling something called time, in a world marking its passage for some reason.

When we asked him to sum up his impression of the girls' emotional state at that point, he said, "Buffeted but not broken.

Love is not blind.Love sees everything and says yes to it all.

Ironically, the possibility that the president dodged his military service has increased his approval ratings with Democrats by 80 percent.

The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man.

There can be no genuine happiness separate and apart from the home.

I have great faith in a seed.

At long as a stock is acting right, and the market is right, do not be in a hurry to take profits. One should never permit speculative ventures to run into investments.

The longer I live, the less I trust ideas, the more I trust emotions.

I'm all in favor of getting grants for musicians. Or any other good brand of Scotch.

Happy Father's Day -- or as they call it in my family, happy brother-in-law's day.

Sometimes I feel that the world is made up of sensible people who know the plot and bloody idiots who don't.