I am so tired. Even the word sleep is a lure, a seduction.
I feel moderately bad about this whole thing. On the one hand, I am providing myself with urgently required survival skills. Other lessons in this series include Shoplifting, Beating People Up, Pickin...
Love you...Henry-Always...Oh God oh God-World enough...No!And time...Henry!
So in order to cope, I pick locks, shoplift, pick pockets, mug people, panhandle, break and enter, steal cars, lie, fold, spindle, and mutilate. You name it, I've done it
We are walking down the street holding hands. There is a playground at the end of the block, and I run to the swings and I climb on and Henry takes the one next to me facing the opposite direction. An...
How delicately language skirts the issue. How meaningless it is.
After an hour or so has passed I too am gone and there is only a blanket and a book, coffee cups, and clothing, to show that we were there at all.
I do get tired of humans
Alba, it's okay,' Clare says softly. She looks at me. 'Say the poem about lovers on the carpet.'I blank, and then I remember. I feel self-conscious reciting Rilke in front of all these people, and so...
…she smiles in an exhausted but warm sort of way, as though she is a brilliant sun in some other galaxy
The hardest lesson is Clare’s solitude. Sometimes I come home and Clare seems kind of irritated; I’ve interrupted some train of thought, broken into the dreary silence of her day. Sometimes I see an e...
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.
As I penetrate Clare she looks at me and I think I don’t exist and a second later she turns her head and sees me. She cries out, not loudly, and looks back at me, above her, in her. Then she remembers...
Time is nothing - Henry's Letter to Claire
It's as though I'm a cloud, and he's expecting rain.
Home sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country roads. Home is where the heart is. But my heart is here. So I must be home. Clare sighs, turns her head, and is quiet. Hi, honey. I'm home. I...
He had never realised, while Elspeth was alive, the extent to which a thing had not completely happened until he told her about it.
Time is priceless, but it’s Free. You can't own it, you can use it. You can spend it. But you can't keep it. Once you've lost it you can never get it back.
I make books because I love them as objects; because I want to put the pictures and the words together, because I want to tell a story.
He had never realized, while Elspeth was alive, the extent to which a thing had not completely happened until he told her about it.
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