The Bodega at the End of the Internet

The boy was beginning to understand that intuition is really a sudden immersion of the soul into the universal current of life, where the histories of all people are connected, and we are able to know everything, because it’s all written there.

Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.

Debt robs a man of his self-respect, and makes him almost despise himself.

"Hold on," she said, or words to this effect. "Are you still under the illusion that you'll one day reach a point in your life where you no longer have any problems?"

This can’t be the purpose of our species, to constantly identify each other as “other,” build walls between us, and engage in both formal and informal wars against each other’s bodies.

Later the two of them had strolled through the azalea-shaded cloister of the parish patio. They sat beneath an arbor where grapes were ripening.

"They're bitter, Father," the priest anticipated Father Renteria's question. "We live in a land in which everything grows, thanks to God's providence; but everything that grows is bitter. That is our

Nothing that you have refused to accept can be brought into awareness.

He felt oddly empty now that he no longer had the key to work on—purposeless and directionless.