I think the sea’s just rain and salt.Ever taste a tear? asks Grandma.Yeah.Well, that’s the same as the sea.I still don’t want to walk in it if it’s tears.
I looked in my mirror and saw, not myself, but every place I'd never been.
Houses are like lots of Rooms stuck together, TV persons stay in them mostly but sometimes they go in their outsides and weather happens to them.
Good nurses follow rules, Lib growled, but the best know when to break them.
— ¿Por qué se ha reído de que sepa todas las palabras, si yo no lo decía en broma?— le pregunto a mamá.— Ah, qué más da, siempre es bueno hacer reír a la gente
Better keep your mouth shut and seem stupid than open it and remove all doubt.
What does a promise mean, when it's made to a monster?
There are some tales not for telling, whether because they are too long, too precious, too laughable, too painful, too easy to need telling or too hard to explain. After all, after years and travels m...
The worn soles of Daffy's boots skidded on the icy stones. He'd been saving up for a new pair for Christmas, but then he'd come across an encyclopaedia in ten volumes, going cheap. Boots might last te...
So then she took me home, or I took her home, or we were both somehow taken to the closest thing.
No, I mean everything feels different, but it’s because I’m different.
Keep your heart infinitesimally small and sorrow will never spy it, never plunge, never flap away with your heart in her claws.
I've seen the world and I'm tired now.
I'm just preparing the way, just like John the Baptist for Our Lord.
I was tired, she says. I made a mistake.You’re not tired anymore?She doesn’t say anything. Then she says, I am. But it’s OK.
I guess the time gets spread very thin likebutter over all the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there's only a little smear of time on each place, then everyone has to hurry...
Careful. Why do persons only say that after the hurt?
— ¿Y cómo va a castigarnos?—No, quiero decir que ya lo está haciendo. Cortando la luz.—Ah, pero eso no es malo.Mamá se echa a reír.—¿Cómo que no? nos estamos helando, estamos comiendo verduras babosas...
Your songs are still out there on the clifftop, hanging in the air for you when you want them. Wish to speak and you will speak, girl. Wish to die and you can do it. Wish to live and here you are.
Yeah, but for me, see, Jack was everything. I was alive again, I mattered. So after that I was polite. Polite? Oh, you mean with— It was all about keeping Jack safe. Was it agonizingly hard to be, as...