Any piece of good music is in essence a love song.
And I have wondered often, was I master in my soul, or did I become the slave of my own blade?
All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a
A good marriage is one of the most precious gifts from God,
I thought furiously.
Its appearance was greeted with cries of rapture, and following a brief struggle over possesion of the volume, William rescued it before it should be torn to pieces, but allowed himself to be induced...
—Vi a mi madre en su ataúd—dijo por fin—. Las mujeres le habían trenzado el pelo para que tuviera un aspecto decoroso, pero mi padre no lo permitió. Quería verla por última vez tal como era para él. F...
Still fine
She keeps takin’ me in—so I suppose she must be home.
Ornamental yew bushes. There
Neighborhood—his name’s pronounced ‘Kirry,’ but it’s spelt ‘C-i-r-e.’
Elbow. I had been without sleep for most of the last three days,
Conscience as her lover. Her husband.
You can’t possibly have said what I think you said. Indeed I did, he said, his normal dry edge returning.
Yes, he said softly. I know about him. It doesn’t
When you kissed me like that well maybe you weren't so sorry to be marrying me after all.
There is nothing between us now but respect, and respect has room for secrets, I think—but not for lies.
There aren’t any answers, only choices. I’ve made a number of them myself, and no one can tell me whether they were right or wrong. Master
The weather was still cold, but I was not. The blood thrummed near the surface of my skin, and I felt heat rise in my palms. I reached a hand out to the pine that stood by me, drops of water trembling...
She may be a good whore, but she’s no hand at cards.