I--this thought which is called I--is the mould into which the world is poured like melted wax.
Both of us will die today, gunned down or smashed up or exploded in some terrible moment of fire and twisted metal, and when they go to bury us we'll be so melted together and entwined they won't be able to separate the bodies; pieces of him will go with me, and pieces of me will go with him.
Running a liberal paper is like feeding melted butter on the end of an awl to a wild cat.
The acceptance that all that is solid has melted into the air, that reality and morality are not givens but imperfect human constructs, is the point from which fiction begins.
Like a church bell, a coffin, and a vat of melted chocolate, a supply closet is rarely a comfortable place to hide.
Looks like macho boy's cool just melted like a Slush Puppie in August.
Are we going to Portland?" I asked. "Or Multnomah Falls?" He smiled at me. "Go to sleep. " I waited three seconds. "Are we there yet?" His smile widened, and the last of the usual tension melted from his face. For a smile like that, I'd. . . do anything.
I assumed that some of the gold bars I received were melted gold teeth.
Twenty-five, he was. Twenty-five tomorrow. Some years the snow had melted for his birthday, but not this year, and so it had been a long winter full of cows.
A compassion swirled form nowhere in the high I was lost in. She needed me. She needed me to accept her for what she was. And when I realized that I had it within myself to give her at least this small part of me, the last of my fear melted away.
I could have melted ice, my smile was so bright.
