Held out to me a closed fist that seemed three-quarters precious stones in their clawlike settings. In a movement that spoke of great effort, she turned her hand and opened it, as though she had some...
Followed the thread of his voice in the air.
What if the child’s dependence on her twin is so great that the separation causes a mental trauma such that the damaged mind provides solace by the creation of an imaginary twin, a fantasy companion?...
What are your favorite books? What do you dream about? Whom do you love?
There are stories that may be told aloud, and stories that must be told in whispers, and there are stories that are never told at all. The story of the marriage of Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong was one of th...
Something happens and then something else happens and then all sorts of other things happen, expected and unexpected, unusual and ordinary.
Since we are on the topic of ravens, a collective noun for ravens is an unkindness. This is somewhat puzzling to Thought and Memory.
She could not read a book for fear of the feelings she might find in it.
Remember, this person burns books. Does he really deserve to live?
Quale sostegno, quale consolazione nella Verità, a paragone di una storia? A che giova la Verità a mezzanotte, al buio, quando il vento ruggisce nel comignolo come un orso? Quando il lampo sprigiona o...
Politeness. Now there's a poor man's virtue if ever there was one. What's so admirable about inoffensiveness, I should like to know. After all, it's easily achieved. One needs no particular talent to...
Ordinary people, untwins, seek their soulmate, take lovers, marry. Tormented by their incompleteness they strive to be part of a pair.
One gets so used to one's own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.
Nikad nemoj dozvoliti da ti vrijeme bude gospodar', rekao je Bellman. 'Ako nešto želiš učiniti, učini to. Vrijeme će se stvoriti samo od sebe.'No zapravo, smatrao je da je otkrio - ili mu je darovan -...
My study throngs with characters waiting to be written. Imaginary people, anxious for a life, who tug at my sleeve, crying, 'Me next! Go on! My turn!' I have to select. And once I have chosen, the oth...
Miss Lea, it does not do to get attached to these secondary characters It's not their story. They come, they go, and when they go they're gone for good. That's all there is to it.
Me pasé la mañana luchando con la sensación de volutas descarriadas de un mundo intentando filtrarse por las grietas de otro. ¿Conocéis la sensación de empezar un libro nuevo antes de que el recuerdo...
Las palabras tienen algo especial. En manos expertas, manipuladas con destreza, nos convierten en sus prisioneros. Se enredan en nuestros brazos como tela de araña y en cuanto estamos tan embelesados...
It was solstice night, the longest night of the year. For weeks the days had been shrinking, first gradually, then precipitously, so that it was now dark by mid-afternoon. As is well-known, when the m...
It was not the sun, but the moonlight that shimmered in the garden, edging the leaves with silver and touching the outlines of the statuary figures.