Side by side they were very much alike, in similarity less of lineament than of manner and bearing, a correspondence of gestures which bounced and echoed between them so that a blink seemed to reverbe...
She'd heard the stories so often that she knew them by heart, could repeat them if she wanted, sometimes even dash in a detail or two neglected in the retelling [...]. The stories were familiar much a...
She did not care for children’s books in which the children grew up, as what growing up entailed (in life as in books) was a swift and inexplicable dwindling of character; out of a clear blue sky the...
Over and over again, Harriet read the story about Lazarus in the Bible, but it refused to address even the most basic questions. What had Lazarus to say to Jesus and his sisters about his week in the...
On she prattled, friendly as a parrot. But my loyalties were elsewhere. And the flavour of Pippa's kiss - bittersweet and strange - stayed with me all the way back uptown, swaying and sleepy as I sail...
Nos miramos durante un largo y extraño momento que nunca he olvidado, como dos animales que se encuentran al atardecer, y de sus ojos pareció brotar una clara chispa de simpatía; vi la criatura que er...
Matters progressed.
It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to lose control completely? To throw off all the chai...
It was better never to have been born - never to have wanted anything, never to have hoped for anything.
It does all swing around strangely sometimes, doesn't it.
Isn’t everything worthwhile a gamble? Can’t good come around sometimes through some strange back doors?
I wanted her to know just how much I loved her while also letting her know that she bore not one particle of blame for not loving me back.But I wouldn’t say that. It was rosepetals I wanted to throw,...
Beauty is terror.
A veces tienes que perder para ganar.
Fate is cruel but maybe not random. Nature (meaning Death) always wins but that doesn't mean we have to bow and gravel to it.
While I was still in Amsterdam, I dreamed about my mother for the first time in years.
И аз чувствам, че има нещо много сериозно, много важно, което трябва да ти кажа, мой несъществуващи читателю, и чувствам, че трябва да го кажа така настоятелно, както ако стоях в стаята пред теб. Че ж...
Other means) claiming to Hobie that I’d already sold the
Honestly can’t remember much else about those years
Well, hey, you don’t have anything to worry about then, do you?