Lily has never gotton used to being alone. They turn in the water and turn again, then Ambrose lifts her above the surface once more and the creek rains down from her. He lays her gently on her back a...
July I The British plan is this: a million shells to cut the Boche wire. Shoulder your seventy-pound pack as usual. Go over the top. Walk towards the German lines, they'll all be dead by now. Keep wal...
James could do all this because he had made a bargain with himself: he wouldn't try to get killed, nor would he try to survive. He could do all this because he felt terribly sorry for the men he rescu...
Freedom consists of being insulated from the envy and ignorance of the unimportant people who temporarily surround her.
Between a mother’s eyes and her son’s face, there is not air. There is something invisible and invincible. Even though—or because—he will go out into the world, she will never lose her passion to prot...
...dread invades the living room, finds her on the couch, presses on her, gets inside her where it swiftly grows bigger than she is until she is inside it, looking out from a rind of shadow.
Tues. April 16 - Coney Island! Ate only pink things. Threw up. It was worth it.
To believe and yet to have no hope is to thirst beside a fountain.
Materia had been just six when they docked in Sydney Harbour and her father said, 'Look. This is the New World. Anything is possible here.' She's been too young to realize that he was talking to her b...
It had changed to hate. The hate that she prayed for Jesus to take away. But it was also part of what had kept her going so how could she do without it now? That kind of hate is a species of animated...
He loved her way: acting casual, working like a Trojan, singing like an angel. Notangelically. The voice of an angel. Winged, lethal, close to the sun.
As for sin. I honestly can't believe God is so bored or so lecherous as to care how close my body and its various parts get to someone else's various parts.
You always run into something no matter where you go. Turns out you're someplace after all.
Well, what was wrong with it?We don't know, says James.That's a stupid rotten answer.Life is sometimes rotten and stupid.
Somewhere inside his head he's still all there, but moved into a cramped rear apartment overlooking the old brain.
She learns a valuable lesson: if you think you are good, just try doing good. You’ll soon find out how inadequate your little drop of goodness is.
She is so beautiful. My Rose. Finer than sculpture, softer than sand. Rose, I'm kissing you now. Oh God, I have to kiss her. I will die if I don't kiss her, I know that now. It is a fact. I will die....
No one knows it yet, but Cape Breton is a dress rehearsal for the Great Depression.
Kathleen would not know a friend if one sankits teeth into her wrist--which is more or less what she expects from the mass ofother girls. She skirts them cautiously, as if they were dangerous wild ani...
Jetzt bleibt ihm nur noch er Tod, doch der lässt auf sich warten, weil Mahmoud ein Gewohnheitstier ist und sich daran ewöhnt hat, am Leben zu sein.