Ask her what she craved and she'd get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom.
But she knew the black hole pulled at you. You stand up to it, or you go down.
Children rediscover their parents wisdom when they finally become adults themselves.
Claim your space. Draw a circle of light around it. Push back against the dark. Don't just survive. Celebrate.
Desire abides. It is all people have that stands proof against time. Everything else rots.
He was himself a case in point, and perhaps not a rare one, for his spirit, it seemed, had been burned out of him but he was yet walking.
I decided that many of Bear’s stories and comments shared a general drift. They advised against fearing all of creation. But not because it is always benign, for it is not. It will, with certainty, co...
Identity, though, is a difficult matter to tease out, especially in a time of flux. How to tell a spaniel from a retriever when all dogs have become middle-sized and brown? Should we go by some arbitr...
If I had a brother in jail and one in Georgia, I'd try to bust the one out of Georgia first.
Wishing you’d simply paused, taken a long, deep breath. Not allowed the personal moment and the pattern of your family and your stupid culture to shove you two-handed from behind, forcing you to stumb...
Inman's only thought looking on the enemy was, Go home.
It's a good thing war is so terrible or else we'd get to liking it too much.
Magic singers proclaiming hope and despair in the dark.
Most of the travel was purposeless, carried out in exactly the desperate spirit of fleeing from pursuers. It was romantic, in a certain sense. Especially if you’re not the one doing it.
My opinion was that if hogs are biting you so often that you have to stop and make up a specific word for it, maybe lack of vocabulary is not your most pressing problem.
No looking back. Life goes one way only, and whatever opinions you hold about the past having nothing to do with anything but your own damn weakness. Nothing changes what already happened. It will alw...
On thing he discovered with a great deal of astonishment was that music held more for him than just pleasure. There was meat to it. The grouping of sounds, their forms in the air as they rang out and...
She had been struck by the figure of a woman's back in a mirror. She stopped and looked. The dress the figure wore was the color called ashes of roses, and Ada stood, held in place by a sharp stitch o...
So, a little morphine, a good sweat, and a bowel movement—the cure for everything that ails you.
The man had asked, Why do you want sheep? The wool? Meat? Monroe's answer had been, For the atmosphere.
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