People move around so much in the world, things get lost.
In the days when wishing was having, I got what I wished and then I wish I hadn't.
Where there's one there's ten.'That's crazy math.
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...
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.
Nie możesz pozwolić by fakt, że ktoś chce twojej śmierci, uniemożliwił ci wypicie twojej herbaty.
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.
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...
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 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...
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.
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.
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.
Me and Ma have a deal, we're going to try everything one time so we know what we like.
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.
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.
Mary regretted it a little already. Sometimes words were like glass that broke in her mouth.
Well, they don’t make their music just to pass the time, says Jenny, grinning. Got to want something to sing about it, no?
Sometimes words were like glass that broke in her mouth.