Love you...Henry-Always...Oh God oh God-World enough...No!And time...Henry!
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...
I have a sort of Christmas-morning sense of the library as a big box full of beautiful books.
How delicately language skirts the issue. How meaningless it is.
How do you know? I mean, if I was making you up, and I didn't want you to know you were made up, I just wouldn't tell you, right?
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...
Is it sad to fancy David Tennant when you’re dead? Elspeth
I am so tired. Even the word sleep is a lure, a seduction.
When somebody is that patient, you have to feel grateful, and then you want to hurt them. Does that make any sense?
Very few people meet their soulmates at age six. So you gotta pass the time somehow. And Ingrid was very - patient. Overly patient. Willing to put up with odd behavior, in the hope that someday I woul...
I can appreciate that, says Henry. He’s adding to the list. I look over his shoulder. Sex Pistols, the Clash, Gang of Four, Buzzcocks, Dead Kennedys, X, the Mekons, the Raincoats, the Dead Boys, New O...
I do get tired of humans
I don't know about you, but I'm kind of fed up with realism. After all, there's enough reality already; why make more of it? Why not leave realism for the memoirs of drug addicts, the histories of sal...
Is it sad to fancy David Tennant when you're dead?
I feel like a pink worm in the core of this green room, as though I have eaten my way in and should be working on becoming a butterfly, or something. I’m not real awake, here, at the moment. I hear so...
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...
To world enough and time.
Laufen bedeutet für mich vieles: Überleben, Ruhe, Euphorie, Einsamkeit. Es ist der Beweis meiner körperlichen Existenz und der Fähigkeit, dass ich meine Bewegung durch den Raum, wenn auch nicht in der...
Maybe I'm dreaming you. Maybe you're dreaming me; maybe we only exist in each other's dreams and every morning when we wake up we forget all about each other.
It's as though I'm a cloud, and he's expecting rain.
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