No sabía que las cosas pudieran estar vivas a medias. Aunque tampoco sabía que los retratos tuvieran vida dentro.
Miss N. had taught her nurses to watch carefully in order to understand what the ill required and provide it. Not medicine—that was the doctors’ domain—but the things she argued were equally crucial t...
Luckily Sumac has extra Rakhi in her pocket and hands them out to anyone who wants one, because really, who cares so long as the threads get tied.
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 depends on the monster, if it’s a real one or not and if it’s where I am.
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...
Is there a word for adults when they aren't parents?Steppa laughs. Folks with other things to do?Like what things?Jobs, I guess. Friends. Trips. Hobbies.
In fact the English nurses had spent much of their time stuffing mattresses, stirring gruel, and standing at washtubs, but Lib didn't want the nun to mistake her for an ignorant menial. That was what...
I'd actually rather not have you thinking about that stuff every time you look at me, OK?There's more tears rolling down Grandma. Sweetie, she says, all I think when I look at you is hallelujah.
I watch his hands, they’re lumpy but clever. Is there a word for adults when they aren’t parents? Steppa laughs. Folks with other things to do?
I thought humans were or weren't, I didn't know someone could be a bit human. Then what are his other bits?
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.
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.
Are stories true?...They're magic, they're not about real people walking around today.So they're fake?No, no. Stories are a different kind of true.
Also everywhere I'm looking at kids, adults mostly don't seem to like them, not even the parents do. They call the kids gorgeous and so cute, they make the kids do the thing all over again so they can...
Really, thought Lib, who ever died exultingly? Whatever fool penned that phrase had never sat by a bed with his ears pricked for the last rasp.) Aged
When Jack just rescued her Ma's, just succeeded doing the Great Escape:Want to go to Bed.They'll find us somewhere to sleep in a little while. No. .You mean in Room? Ma's pulled back, she's staring in...
When I was four I thought everything in TV was just TV, then I was five and Ma unlied about lots of it being pictures of real and Outside being totally real. Now I’m in Outside but it turns out lots o...
What started Baby Jesus growing in Mary's tummy was an angel zoomed down, like a ghost but a really cool one with feathers. Mary was all surprised, she said, How can this be? and then, OK let it be. W...