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.
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...
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.
She rejoins the crowd and watches with her friends, but she feels like an emptied glass - that crestfallen feeling of walking out from a movie theatre in the middle of the day, out from the intimate m...
A small grazing gesture ignites the need for closer, and breaks the surface of the water, never in you enough, gulping air, never contain you enough, on dry land now, never hold you enough, the desert...
Non sa bene quanti altri ci siano stati, però sa, grazie a Maureen, che uno è finito nel water di Kingston. Casa loro era nuova e perciò, le ha raccontato, non infestata dai fantasmi. Anche se chi può...
It's a long silence but far from empty.
There is love, there is music, there is no limit, there is work, there is the precious sense that this is the hour of grace when all things gather and distill to create the rest of my life. I don't be...
The thief you must fear the most is not the one who steals mere things.
The MacKinnons were always new, always almost just like everyone else. Always next door to normal. It was like growing up in the witness protection program without changing your name.
You always run into something no matter where you go. Turns out you're someplace after all.
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...
It was a moment of equal parts anxiety and awe, like the striking of a wide seam ofgold. The prospector sinks to his knees--he's only been looking for coal. At a gush ofoil he'd hoot, baptize himself...
Frances is a sealed letter. It doesn't matter where she's been or who's pawed her, no one gets to handle the contents no matter how grimy the envelope. And it's for sure no one's going to be able to s...
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...
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...
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.
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...
By fall, they can read. It happened by osmosis, the way it ought to: after they have spent several months on Daddy's lap, following his spoken words with their eyes and pretending to read, their comes...
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