If Earth was such unworthy soil for God's best specimens, why did he perversely plant them there?
I think about Old Nick carrying me into the truck, I'm dizzy like I'm going to fall down.Scared is what you're feeling, says Ma, but brave is what you're doing.Huh?Scaredybrave.Scave.Word sandwiches a...
Daffy bent down suddenly, and picked a small startled white flower. Anemone, he said, handing it over; he made her repeat the word until she had it right. Find me a silk to match that.
At the balls he took me to there were many beautiful young women who didn't say a word. They answered every question with a shrug or a smile. If champagne got spilt down their dresses they only sighed...
An obsession, a mania, Lib supposed it could be called. A sickness of the mind. Hysteria, as that awful doctor had named it? Anna reminded Lib of a princess under a spell in a fairy tale. What could r...
A veces estaría bien volver a hacerse pequeño y a veces grande, igual que Alicia.
; that was what the Irish seemed to call every young female
She feels that surge of warmth, and this time she remembers what it means: not love but piss. Or the love that's mixed with piss and can't be separated from it.
Less rotted and she nibbles it smiling. Look, I show her, there’s holes in my cake where the chocolates were till just now. Like craters, she says. She puts her fingertop in one. What’s craters? Holes...
Except one bit about a movie with werewolves and a woman bursting like a balloon is just special effects, that’s drawing on computers.
When I was four I thought everything in TV was just TV, then I was five and Ma unlied about lots of it being totally real. Now I'm in Outside but it turns out lots of it isn't real at all.
Want to go to Bed.They'll find us somewhere to sleep in a little while. No. Bed.You mean in Room? Ma's pulled back, she's staring in my eyes.Yeah. I've seen the world and I'm tired now.
Vitamins are medicine for not getting sick and going back to Heaven yet.
They’re her book club but I don’t know why because they’re not reading books.
The world is always changing brightness and hotness and soundness, I never know how it's going to be the next minute.
The days of my vanity are over and heaven knows they weren't happy enough to regret
The Times had announced that seven thousand pounds had been raised to send a party of Englishwomen to the Crimea as nurses. That, Lib had thought, with dread but also a sense of daring, I believe I co...
Scared is what you’re feeling, says Ma, but brave is what you’re doing. Huh? Scaredybrave.
Really, a novel does not exist, does not happen, until readers pour their own lives into it. If
Pretending to misremember a name was such a reliable way to annoy.