Jane Hamilton
Jane Hamilton
Jane Hamiltonis an American novelist...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth13 July 1957
running way phantoms
This was life, I supposed, running and running and running, and realizing along the way that the phantom was getting closer.
rain fall night
There were so many miracles at work: that a blossom might become a peach, that a bee could make honey in its thorax, that rain might someday fall. I thought then about the seasons changing, and in the gray of night I could almost will myself to see the azure sky, the gold of the maple leaves, the crimson of the ripe apples, the hoarfrost on the grass.
links chains bigs
It's all a big old chain. There isn't one unconnected link.
marriage determination site
In the end maybe what marriage offered was the determination of one's burial site.
days-off week persons
It is a rule of nature that taking a day off on the farm sets a person back at least a week.
time fate void
Our mission in life is not to discover our fate as we go along, or even to procreate, but rather to fill up the endless gray void that is time.
fighting challenges tasks
We're only passers-by, and all you can do is love what you have in your life. A person has to fight the meanness that sometimes comes with you when you're born, sometimes grows if you aren't in lucky surroundings. It's our challenge to fend it off, leave it behind us choking and gasping for breath in the mud. It's our task to seek out something with truth for us, no matter if there is a hundred-mile obstacle course in the way, or a ramshackle old farmhouse that binds and binds.
want impossible kind
It was impossible not to admire him, not to want to do something to contain that kind of beauty- drink him, ingest him, sneak into his shirt and hide for the rest of one's natural life.
children heart naughty
The magical descriptions of Italy and hilarious observations about love, travel, natives and foreigners in Love in Idleness are but a few of its many pleasures. Amanda Craig has created a hot shimmery climate in which a cast of old friends, quirky family members and naughty children who make love potions come to know themselves and their hearts. A delightful brew.
morning fall rain
Is it love that connects us, is that what it is? I never knew that the feeling I have is regular old love because it's so-intricate. Perhaps there is another name for it, one we don't yet know. I used to think that love was simple and noticeable, like rain falling, so that just as you'd look at your skin and say Water, you would also wake in the morning and say Love. But it has been underneath, this new and old thing I feel, subterranean, silent and steady, like blood, rushing along and along without often making itself known.
giving way laissez-faire
My god has always been a laissez-faire deity, giving you the initial goods and sending you on to make your way.
grateful knowing miracle
Ordinary life was laced with miracles, I knew that, had read enough poetry to understand that we are elevated with the knowing, and yet it was difficult to notice and be grateful when one was continually fatigued and irritated. I suppose that unquenchable sense of wonder is what separates us dolts from the saints and the poets.
earth graves difficult
Life on earth, filled with uncertainty and change, seemed far more difficult than what lay beyond the grave.
education book keys
It is books that are a key to the wide world; if you can't do anything else, read all that you can.