Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it.
With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.
I stare at her for a long moment. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled.
I scan the room. Catherine is writing quickly, her light brown hair falling over her face. She is left-handed, and because she writes in pencil her left arm is silver from wrist to elbow.
Don’t mind Russ,” he says. “He’s a good kid underneath all those holes, although it’s a wonder he doesn’t spring a leak when he drinks
You do right by me, I’ll show you a life most suckers can’t even dream of.
When will people learn that just because you can make something doesn’t mean you should?
Is where you’re from the place you’re leaving or where you have roots?
When I first submerged my feet into frigid water, they hurt so badly I yanked them out again. I persisted, dunking them for longer and longer periods, until the cold finally blistered.
The person following is never in control, which she knows full well and which is exactly why she does it.
It seems there’s nothing so good or pure it cant be taken without a moment’s notice. And then in the end, it all gets taken anyway.
I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.I want.
How hard can it be to find a girl and an elephant for Christ’s sake?
Age is a terrible thief. Just when you’re getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently spreads cancer throughout your spouse.
What else do I have to offer? Nothing happens to me anymore. That’s the reality of getting old, and I guess that’s really the crux of the matter. I’m not ready to be old yet.
I strain to hear, but my old ears, for all their obscene hugeness, pick up nothing but snippets:
And don’t miss Frank Otto, the world’s most tattooed man! Held hostage in the darkest jungles of Borneo and tried for a crime he didn’t commit, and his punishment? Well, folks, his punishment is written all over his body in permanent ink!
Keeping up the appearance of having all your marbles is hard work, but important.
90/93-year-old Jacob wonders as he gazes at his aged reflection, ‘When did I stop being me?
In all its beautiful, tragic fragility, there was still life.
The whole thing’s illusion, [Jacob], and there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s what people want from us. It’s what they expect.
How is it that everyone on this train has so much alcohol?””We always head to Canada at the beginning of the season,” she says taking her seat again. “Their laws are much more civilized. Cheers.