In the days when wishing was having, I got what I wished and then I wish I hadn't.
Work will be your mother, she whispered; it will lead you through dark days; it will clear you a level place to rest at last.
Where there's one there's ten.'That's crazy math.
Nie możesz pozwolić by fakt, że ktoś chce twojej śmierci, uniemożliwił ci wypicie twojej herbaty.
Outside has everything. Whenever I think of a thing now like skis or fireworks or islands or elevators or yo-yos, I have to remember they're real, they're actually happening in Outside all together. I...
Jo claimed that the reason people survived breakups was that within days of the amputation, Mother Nature started reminding you of what you had been doing without, what could have been better, all the...
This is a bad story.Sorry. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have told you.No, you should, I say.But—I don’t want there to be bad stories and me not know them.
Ma's still nodding. You're the one who matters, though. Just you.I shake my head till it's wobbling because there's no just me.
At the door, there was one of those moment when two people realize that they like each other more than they know each other. This is nicer than the opposite situation, but more awkward. You try to rem...
In the yard of the inn, Daffy Cadwaladyr introduced himself. Short for Davyd, he said pleasantly.The Londoner looked as if she'd never heard a sillier name in her life.
Men never feel quite the same about a woman's body once they know it's done that thing: widened and torn to push out a baby's head.
Me and Ma have a deal, we're going to try everything one time so we know what we like.
Mary regretted it a little already. Sometimes words were like glass that broke in her mouth.
In the world I notice persons are nearly always stressed and have no time. Even Grandma often says that, but she and Steppa don't have jobs, so I don't know how persons with jobs do the jobs and all t...
If I was made of cake I’d eat myself before somebody else could. We
If I was made of cake I'd eat myself before somebody else could.
For all the books in his possession, he still failed to read the stories written plain as day in the faces of the people around him.
Ma knows everything except the things she doesn’t remember right, or sometimes she says I’m too young for her to explain a thing.
Who knows what we all are before anything happens?
When I tell her what I’m thinking and she tells me what she’s thinking, our each ideas jumping into the other’s head, like coulouring blue crayon on top of yellow that makes green.