Well, they don’t make their music just to pass the time, says Jenny, grinning. Got to want something to sing about it, no?
The crow flew closer, as if to hear its praises.
Sometimes you must shed your skin to save it.
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.
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.
Scared is what you're feeling. Brave is what you're doing.
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
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.
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...
You know who you belong to, Jack?Yeah.Yourself.He’s wrong, actually, I belong to Ma.
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?
Las personas se mueven tanto por el mundo que constantemente se pierden cosas
I was beautiful, or so my father told me. My oval mirror showed me a face with nothing written on it. I had suitors aplenty but wanted none of them: their doggish devotion seemed too easily won. I had...
I tell you frankly, Mrs. Damer, the more I see of different nations, the less sure I feel about the pre-eminence of my own.
I may have had moments of regret in my life, but you know, they wouldn't add up to an hour.
I don't like a clever toilet looking at our butts.
Ambition was an itch in Mary's show, a maggot in her guts.