What I meant to ask is, is this…usual? What it is between us, when I touch you, when you…lie with me? Is it always so between a man and a woman? In spite of his difficulties, I knew exactly what he me...
Well, he is human. And perhaps he’s not a monster yet.
We come and go from mystery and, in between, we try to forget.
Until we two be burned to ashes.
To create, to hoard, to send these things, these fragile documents, down through the years, with only the hope that they would survive and reach those for whom they were intended.
Thy life’s journey lies along its own path, Ian, she said, and I cannot share thy journey—but I can walk beside thee. And I will.
They’re only Scotch pearls, he said, apologetically, but they look bonny on you. His fingers lingered a moment on my neck. Those were your mother’s pearls! said Dougal, glowering at the necklace. Aye,...
There were moments, of course. Those small spaces in time, too soon gone, when everything seems to stand still, and existence is balanced on a perfect point, like the moment of change between the dark...
The small, homely scar of a smallpox vaccination. Rain
The impulse to touch a sleeping child never fades, no matter that the child is a good deal larger than her mother, and a woman - if a young one - in her own right.
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...
That's for calling your father a fool. It may be true, but it's disrespectful. Brian Fraser to teenage Jamie
Stand up straight and try not to get fat.
Social prejudice is a strong force, but no match for simple competence when skill is in urgent demand and short supply.
Quite without warning, I began to cry. No sobbing, no throat-gripping spasms. Water simply welled in my eyes and flowed down my cheeks, slow as cold honey. A quiet acknowledgment of despair as things...
Quite without thought, he glanced at his left hand, and saw the ghost of the scar at the base of his thumb, the C so faded that it was scarcely visible. He had not noticed it or thought of it in years...
Perhaps it was only that the sense of reaching out to something larger than yourself gives you some feeling that there is something larger - and there really has to be, because plainly you aren't suff...
Owls are keepers of the dead, but not just the dead. They’re messengers between worlds.
Only you, he said, so softly I could barely hear him. To worship ye with my body, give ye all the service of my hands. To give ye my name, and all my heart and soul with it. Only you. Because ye will...
One of my mother’s friends was an artist. He showed me a few things – though warning me that to become an artist was the only certain way to starve.