So, I have no sense of direction. In some of us it is a TRAGIC FLAW, and
Patriotism is not enough—I must have no hatred or bitterness for anyone.
But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France—a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will always be unflyable, stuck in the climb.
Listening to the Rabbits talk about their operations was like watching a horror movie in a foreign language. You sort of hoped you’d misunderstood what was going on. And then when you figured out what...
It’s not desperation—there is something inhuman in it. That is what I find so creepy. Five years of destruction and mayhem, lives lost everywhere, shortages of food and fuel and clothing—and the insan...
It was a nightmare I could never really define, to have so many people packed around me and not be able to communicate with any of them unless they felt like it.
How did you ever get here, Maddie Brodatt?'Second to the right, and then straight on till morning,' she answered promptly-it did feel like Neverland.Crikey, am I so obviously Peter Pan?Maddie laughed....
Hope—you think of hope as a bright thing, a strong thing, sustaining. But it’s not. It’s the opposite. It’s simply this: lumps of stale bread stuck down your shirt. Stale gray bread eked out with grou...
He wept when they told him you were no longer allowed to see him. He WEPT. How much weeping have you done on his account, girl?I wake up screaming every night on his account.
Have you ever loved anything?Yes. Yes. All the wrong things. The hunt, and darkness, and winter, and you, Godmother.
Follow them, said Goewin, and listen.So he did.
Ellen looked around the room with an odd expression, for the first few seconds not taking in the collection spread across the tables, but just taking in the library: the smell of ink and foxy paper an...
But she did it. Because you do. It is incredible what you do, knowing you have to. A
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