Perhaps there is no providence, no fate, no grand plan, she thinks now. Perhaps we dig our own traps and lie down in them.
No point my telling you he's not worth it, I suppose. . . I've seen enough men in my time. Whoever he is, he's not worth what you'll pay.
Ma’s in Room still, I want her here so much much much.
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.
It;s called a flea market, because they sell old things that might have fleas living in them.
It's all real in Outside, everything there is, because I saw an airplane in the blue between the clouds. Ma and me can't go there because we don't know the secret code, but it's real all the same.Befo...
It came to Mary now that her mother had been right, after all; Mary had been born for this. In sixteen years she'd shot along the shortest route she could find between life and death, as the crow flew...
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...
I don’t know why hurting means getting better.
I chop the broccoli into pieces with ZigZag Knife, sometimes I swallow some when Ma's not looking and she says, Oh, no, where's that big bit gone? but she's not really mad because raw things make us e...
How could the child bear not just the hunger, but the boredom? The rest of humankind used meals to divide the day, Lib realized - as a reward, as entertainment, the chiming of an inner clock. For Anna...
Hmm? No, it’s a photo of all these streets. The camera’s way up in space. Outer Space? Yeah. Cool. Officer Oh’s voice gets all excited. Three four nine Washington, shed in the rear, lit skylight . . ....
He [Ma's Tooth] was part of her a minute ago but now he's not. Just a thing.
Happiness as un-pin-downable as a louse: you feel the tickle of its passage but your fingers close on nothing.
Half the country wouldn’t have died if the landlords hadn’t kept shipping away the corn, seizing cattle, rack-renting, evicting, torching cabins…Or if the government at Westminster hadn’t thought it t...
Grandma says there's more of him.What?Persons like him, in the world.Ah, says Ma.Is it true?Yeah. But the tricky thing is, there's far more people in the middle.
Careful. Why do persons only say that after the hurt? Grandma
But to sever all your connections, professional as well as personal... Lib fumbled for words. Wouldn't it be like a little death?Byrne nodded. I believe emigration generally is that. The price of a ne...
But no, I used all my brave up.
But for me, Room is a peculiar (and no doubt heretical) battle between Mary and the Devil for young Jesus. If God sounds absent from that triangle, that’s because I think that for a small child, God’s...