He explained to me at great length the difficulties I am likely to face here, and I listened with as much politeness as I could muster. Any governess, after the few hours I have had in this house, wou...
Cualquier institutriz, después de pasar unas pocas horas en esta casa, se habría hecho una idea clara y completa de la tarea a la que se enfrenta; pero el médico es un hombre, de modo que no puede per...
But perhaps the answer is to stop writing altogether, for when I do write, even now as I write this very sentence, this very word, I am aware of a ghost reader who leans over my shoulder watching my p...
As is well known, when the moon hours lengthen, human beings come adrift from the regularity of their mechanical clocks. They nod at noon, dream in waking hours, open their eyes wide to the pitch-blac...
As for you, you are alive. But it's not the same as living.
Any governess, after the few hours I have had in this house, would have a full and clear picture of the task awaiting her, but he is a man, hence cannot see how tiresome it is to have explained at len...
And is it better to know? he asked me. I can’t tell you. But once you know, it’s impossible to go back.
And is it better to know? he asked me.I can’t tell you. But once you know, it’s impossible to go back.
All the grief I had kept at bay for years by means of books and bookcases approached me now.
All evidence of the house ghost reasserting herself.
Adeline was made like a piece of wire with knots for knees and elbows.
A river no more begins at its source than a story begins with the first page.
A hundred hands wanted shaking, a hundred tongues expressed their condolences. Thank you, said William, and Kind of you, endlessly. Between his uncle and the helpfulness of the Misses Young and all th...
A child is not an empty vessel, Fleet, to be formed in whatever way the parent thinks fit. They are born with their own hearts and they cannot be made otherwise, no matter what love a man lavishes on...
A birth is not really a beginning. Our lives at the start are not really our own but only the continuation of someone else's story.
A single lupine exhalation could reduce it to rubble.
Opening the book, i inhaled. the smell of old books, so sharp, so dry you can taste it.
I thought nothing. The surface of my mind was perfectly still. But under the surface there was a shifting and a stirring. I felt the great swell of the undercurrent. For years a wreck had sat in the d...
He put an arm around me, I know, he said. I know.He didn't know, of course. Not really. And yet that was what he said, and I was soothed to hear it. For I knew what he meant. We all have our sorrows,...
Gone were her fiery orange and resplendent purple. She was dressed in a white long-sleeved chemise, and she was weeping.