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...
Thinks now. And sometimes, Little One. It’s quite mysterious to
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.
Not beautiful, not brilliant, no longer young.
I'm just preparing the way, just like John the Baptist for Our Lord.
Careful. Why do persons only say that after the hurt?
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.
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...
When I was a little kid I thought like a little kid, but now I'm five I know everything
Perhaps we get, not what we deserve, but what we demand.
It's called mind over matter. If we don't mind, it doesn't matter.
If you're sorry, folks can tell. No use piling on the verbiage.
I've seen the world and I'm tired now.
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
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...
Any subject we exclude from fiction will drop from our culture's memory.
[She] was easy to enjoy but hard to know.
You know who you belong to, Jack?Yeah.Yourself.He’s wrong, actually, I belong to Ma.
So much of motherhood is acting.