Dat's what they say of this cauntry back home, Kath: 'America, the land of milk and honey.' Bot they never tell you the milk's gone sour and the honey's stolen.
Andre Dubus IIIStichwörter: america immigration american-dream
The ocean to my right was maroon, the sky above it silver. There were sand trails through the thick purple ice plant that grew along the roadside... but now the sky is the color of peaches...
It was a ball of bright saffron sinking into the sea, turning the water purple, the sky orange and green.
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The truth is life is full of joy and full of great sorrow, but you can't have one without the other.
Andre Dubus IIIIt’s easy K. on one side of the page you got your costs and on the other side your benefits. All you do is mark which one is which, then you weigh one side against the other and you get your decision just like that. that’s all you ever have to do. i live by this.”
"But what if you don’t know the difference between a benefit and a cost? what if you’ve never been very good at telling a plus from a minus?
Stichwörter: house-of-sand-and-fog
...joy was something she willed herself to show us, something she raised from deep inside herself as a promise for what could be. Now her life seemed to have opened up into it as if it had been waiting for her. (215)
Andre Dubus IIIBut I'd run two miles and when I stepped inside our cool, dark house, I yelled up the stairs to Mom, "I ran two miles with Daddy, Mom! I'm strong! I'm strong!" And I punched the wall and could feel the plaster and lath behind the wallpaper, though I had no words for them.
Andre Dubus IIIThe house was quiet, my room dark and still. I lay awake and thought of all the good men on TV who'd been shot in the head. I saw again the dead soldiers lying on the ground , and until Pop had cried over us, I hadn't thought much about Jeb and me having to go and fight, too. But in only nine years I'd be as old as the dead, and it'd be my turn, wouldn't it?
Andre Dubus IIIOn my way out with the rest, I glanced back at Bowman. he was on this knees, his hair in his face, his nose and split lips dripping with blood. He was staring down at the floor like he'd been waiting for this and now it had finally happened; he look relieved.
Andre Dubus IIIPop," I said, "isn't this shit vaulable?"
"Not to me, son.
When I thought of the word "man," I could only think of those who could defend themselves and those they loved.
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