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...
For some people, she thought, trials were only temporary; they sailed towards happiness through the roughest weather.
Everyone goes home in the end.
There's not a thing wrong with you, you're right the whole way through.
So they're fake?No, no. Stories are a different kind of true.
I’ve been in the world three weeks and a half, I still never know what’s going to hurt.
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 know why hurting means getting better.
Good nurses follow rules, Lib growled, but the best know when to break them.
Las personas se mueven tanto por el mundo que constantemente se pierden cosas
I think buddy is man talk for sweetie.
I bang my head on a faucet. Careful. Why do persons only say that after the hurt?
He supposed it was always that way with the dead, they slid away before we knew enough to ask them the right questions.
But no, I used all my brave up.
The human mind needs boundaries. Without them it would fall in on itself, like a crushed honeycomb.
That night my new skin was red silk, shivering in the breeze.
No, I mean everything feels different, but it’s because I’m different.
Ma’s in Room still, I want her here so much much much.
Goodbye, Room. I wave up at Skylight. Say goodbye, I tell Ma. Goodbye, Room.Ma says it but on mute.I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened. Then we go out the do...