…beating time along the edge of thought.

…balancing the wish to be lost with the need to be found.

…avevo bisogno di una lingua differente: una lingua che fosse un luogo di affetto e di riflessione. —ANTONIO TABUCCHI

…as though, capable themselves of suffering, they granted no reality to the suffering of others. ‘The subject exhibited a pain response.’ But not, under any circumstances, .

…as I attempt to release her, she squeezes my hand and offers a shy smile. Something within me shifts. No, I don’t get nervous, but Brenna transports me to all sorts of new places. It’s not her physic...

…any cat he spoke to would stay quite still with an expression of faint surprise on its face as if it had never heard such good sense in all its life nor ever expected to again.

…and who are you, anyway? I'm Tina. Thank goodness! I said so loudly she stepped back. No silly-ass overdone names for you, m'girl. It's short for Christina Caresse Chavelle. Well, you did the best yo...

…and there, in the background, the sky’s sediment had sunk to a place where all the woe of the words ‘I am’ dissolved into blue peace. He said it. ‘The ocean.

…and he wasn't reconciled to dying. Dora told him he was going to a better world. Mebbe, mebbe, says poor Ben, but I'm sorter used to the imperfections of this one.

…and from that moment Buck hated him with a bitter and deathless hatred.

…and do you know what?What?People don’t talk about anything.

…and I’m thinking how nothing is as simple as you guess-not right or wrong, not Judd Travers, not even me or this dog I got here. But the good part is I saved Shiloh and opened my eyes some. Now that...

…and Aunt Jo retired, satisfied with the success of her last trap to catch a sunbeam.

…always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting. Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.

…a woman's always safe and comfortable when a fellow's down on his luck.

…a story is like a virus that can rage only for as long as there are new hosts to infect.

…a lie, once uttered, changes reality just as surely as if it were a great truth.

…a cynic who was still saddened whenever his jaundiced view of mankind was confirmed...

…[T]he whole thing is really a dazzling illusion empty of all perception, an astonishing farce of misperception. And yet what are we to do about this terribly significant business of other people, whi...

…[Changers] were a threat to identity, a challenge to the individualism even of those they were never likely to impersonate. It had nothing to do with souls or physical or spiritual possession; it was...