He wasn’t going to pretend it hadn’t hurt to hear it, but he wouldn’t let himself be angry; that would help neither of them.
Did you regret it? I asked. Not taking him up on his offer, I mean? Ten thousand times, at the very least, he assured me, breaking into a rueful grin. At the same time … refusing him was one of the fe...
With no Law to regulate their Behavior save Self-interest, though, plainly there is Nothing to prevent an irregular Militia from becoming more of a Threat to the Citizenry than the Dangers from which...
Once you've chosen a man, don't try to change him', I wrote with more confidence. 'It can't be done. More important-don't let him try to change you.
We got half the doggone MIT college of engineering here, and nobody who can fix a doggone /television/? Dr. Joseph Abernathy glared accusingly at the clusters of young people scattered around his livi...
Una dama novelista me dijo una vez, que escribir novelas era arte de caníbales, pues uno mezcla con frecuencia pequeñas porciones de sus amigos y sus enemigos, los sazona con imaginación y permite que...
I write in bits and pieces, and glue them together, like a jigsaw puzzle.
That’s not right, Willie was saying, turning to look up at him. You cast with the left hand. I saw you. Aye, but I’m cack-handed, my lord. Most men would cast with the right. Cack-handed? Willie’s mou...
I know what it felt … like when I … thought you were dead, and— A small gasp for breath, and her eyes locked on his. And I wouldn’t do that to you.
Then let amourous kisses dwellOn our lips, begin and tellA Thousand and a Hundred scoreA Hundred and a Thousand more
You cannot compel love, he said finally, nor summon it at will. Still less, he added ruefully, can you dismiss it.
May I come in? I wish to talk to you. Yes, I suppose you do. If I hadn’t known both his fathers, I would have marveled at his ability to suppress the rage and confusion he had so clearly exhibited a q...
My own smile lingered as I watched her, and whispered to her sleep-deaf ears, as I had so many times before, God, you are so like him.
Sometimes it would be months—even a year or more—between episodes, and we would live in peace together. But then it would happen again; the silent phone calls, the too-excused absences, the late night...
It was as if there was a - it wasna a door, exactly, but a passageway of some kind - before me. And I could go through it, if I wanted. And I did want to, he said, giving me a sideways glance and a sh...
The dog would run a few steps toward the house, circle once or twice as though unable to decide what to do next, then run back into the wood, turn, and run again toward the house, all the while whinin...
God kens well enough that boys need to be smacked, or he’d no fill them sae full o’ the de’il.
The light faded slowly, retreating through the trees. The thick mossy trunks grew dense with shadow, edges still rimmed with a fugitive light that hid among the leaves, green shadows shifting with the...
Good morning, Sassenach,
My marriage to Jamie had been for me like the turning of a great key, each small turn setting in the intricate fall of tumblers within me. Bree had been able to turn that key as well, edging closer to...
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