Together. Even in death. His fingers tightened their grip around her hand. A double statue of silver. Romantic. What would their faces show? Fear? Or love?
There is no need, Capricorn finally began, raising his voice, for me to explain to most of you why the three prisoners you see there are to be punished. For the rest, it is enough for me to say it is...
The written word is a powerful thing, you have to be careful with it. - Silvertongue
Sometimes it's a good thing we don't remember things half as well as books do.
Sai bene quanto il fuoco sia facile a offendersi.
Quando lui la baciò di nuovo, il cuore di Volpe si mise a battere forte. O era quello di Jacob? Dal giorno in cui l'aveva liberata dalla trappola, non li distingueva più veramente.
Power. Intoxicating. Like a fine wine.
Oh, pestiferous parasols! grumbled Sorrel.
Oh, if you’re a bird, be an early bird And catch the worm for your breakfast plate. If you’re a bird, be an early bird But if you’re a worm, sleep late.
Nothing is more terrifying than fearlessness.
Men liked to claim how different they were, yet they were all so alike.
Love scared him. It was soft. And vulnerable.
I’m sorry, Silvertongue, but the fact is I don’t believe anyone. You ought to know that by now. We’re all liars when it serves our purpose.
It will be dark in a few hours, she said at last, anxiously. Suppose you don't finnish it in time? I have finnished! he snapped, irritated. I've finnished a dozen times already, but I'm not happy with...
It was a page he had Found in the handbook Of heartbreak. Wallace Stevens, Madame la Fleurie, Collected Poems I
Is there anything in the world better than words on the page? Magic signs, the voices of the dead, building blocks to make wonderful worlds better than this one, comforters, companions in loneliness....
In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?
If you're going to start tonight there's no time to waste. Certainly not enough time to finish your quarrel with this dim-witted mushroom-muncher.
If you take a book with you on a journey, Mo had said when he put the first one in her box, an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that...
If she’d known him better, she might’ve tried to explain to Will that life never lets you hide. Plant, animal, or human—life forced them all to grow and learn. The more you tried to run, the harder yo...