The watch has altered the situation that's being watched.
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...
So they're fake?No, no. Stories are a different kind of true.
So much of motherhood is acting.
She wants to slap everyone today, to pick up the whole sweat-slick City and punch its lights out.
Scared is what you’re feeling, says Ma, but brave is what you’re doing. Huh? Scaredybrave.
Same old notes, Blanche thinks at one point, but arranged into unfamiliar music.
Pretending to misremember a name was such a reliable way to annoy.
Perhaps we get, not what we deserve, but what we demand.
Now I feel bad I didn’t give her the second quarter. Grandma says that’s called having a conscience.
May there be no frost on your potatoes, nor worms in your cabbage.
Jack. He'd never give us a phone, or a window. Ma takes my thumbs and squeezes them. We are people in a book, and he wont let anybody else read it.
I’ll be in Heaven getting your room ready.
It;s called a flea market, because they sell old things that might have fleas living in them.
In the world I notice persons are nearly always stressed and have no time...I don't know how persons with jobs do the jobs and all the living as well...I guess the time gets spread very thin like butt...
If the potato blight had been such a long catastrophe, ending only seven years ago, it occurred to Lib that a child now eleven must have been born into hunger. Weaned on it, reared on it; that had to...
I've seen the world and I'm tired now.
I thought humans were or weren't, I didn't know someone could be a bit human. Then what are his other bits?
I heard a knocking in my skull, and kept running to the door, but there was never anyone there.
I don’t know why hurting means getting better.