Adelaide believes that all children should have enough grown-ups around who love them so that one can tell them to fight, one can tell them not to, and one can tell them not to worry so much.
A war changes people in a number of ways. It either shortcuts you to your very self; or it triggers such variations that you might as well have been a larva, pupating indampness, darkness and tightly...
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...
He was neither frightened nor skeptical, but felt himself drawn in with an involuntaryfaith--which is what faith is
Tues. April 16 - Coney Island! Ate only pink things. Threw up. It was worth it.
I thought I would get calmer, surer, but each time we come close I feel almost sick at first. As though each time vibrates with the times before. I feel a terrible sorrow coming up my throat, I don't...
[Mercedes] 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.
Then she kissed me in that way that makes me hate time.
The thief you must fear the most is not the one who steals mere things.
Under a smoky streetlamp I stood face to face with my beloved and pricked my fingers against the diamond studs of her immaculate shirt front. Being tall, she slipped her hands naturally about my hips...
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.
He would have enough money...for a family that would fill his house with beautiful music and the silence of good books.
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.
He felt, before he learned anything about where she came from, that the photographhad made them one.
There are some stories you can't hear enough. They are the same every time you hear them. But you are not. That's one reliable way of understanding time.
Freedom consists of being insulated from the envy and ignorance of the unimportant people who temporarily surround her.
Frances learns something in this moment that will allow her to survive and function for the rest of her life. She finds out that one thing can look like another. That the facts of a situation don't ne...
Frances is feeling a familiar yet unnameably old feeling. One she hadn't known was ever hers to forget. Happiness.
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...
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