And tonight Mary could taste bitterness going down like a nut, settling in her stomach. It planted itself, put down roots, and began to grow, nourished on her dark blood.
Scared is what you're feeling. Brave is what you're doing.
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.
I tend to be so lost in the work that I don't notice the weather. My partner will come home and say, 'Beautiful day, wasn't it?' and I'll say, 'Was it?' as I won't have noticed the real world at all.
You know who you belong to, Jack?Yeah.Yourself.He’s wrong, actually, I belong to Ma.
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.
The crow flew closer, as if to hear its praises.
That's what you got for being a servant of no ambition: a shrunken life, hung up like a gibbet as a warning to others.
Stories are a different kind of true.
Sometimes you must shed your skin to save it.
Bye-bye. Walker flaps his hand up and down.I think I’ll give him a hug. I do it too fast and knock him down, he bangs on the train table and cries.I’m so sorry, Grandma keeps saying, my grandson doesn...
But what on earth had possessed her, to take a wagon this far beyond nowhere? When
Ambition was an itch in Mary's show, a maggot in her guts.
Adults could be barefaced liars too, of course, and about no subject so much as their own bodies. In Lib's experience, those who wouldn't cheat a shopkeeper by a farthing would lie about how much bran...
A lot of the world seems to repeat itself
A Nightingale! he marvelled. Ah, so Matron had told him that much. Lib was always shy of introducing the great lady’s name into conversation and loathed the whimsical title that had come to be attache...
It was the word 'late' that did it. Such a stupid word to use of the dead, implying that they would be with us today if they hadn't happened to be delayed in traffic somewhere...
There's not a thing wrong with you, you're right the whole way through.
She's asleep, she can´t be mad in her sleep, can she?