So then she took me home, or I took her home, or we were both somehow taken to the closest thing.
She was with Jude so rarely that when she was, every cell of her body rang with grateful knowledge of it.
Scared is what you're feeling, says Ma, but brave is what you're doing.
Really, a novel does not exist, does not happen, until readers pour their own lives into it. If
No, I mean everything feels different, but it’s because I’m different.
No sabía que las cosas pudieran estar vivas a medias. Aunque tampoco sabía que los retratos tuvieran vida dentro.
It stands to reason that those who assault nature will suffer at her hands in the end.
It occurs to Blanche that English doesn't have French's useful distinction between , meaning that something's unconstrained, and , meaning that it costs nothing. thought, speech, love: the English...
It does sometimes seem as if the nineteenth century hasn’t reached this part of the world yet. He
Is there a word for adults when they aren't parents?Steppa laughs. Folks with other things to do?Like what things?Jobs, I guess. Friends. Trips. Hobbies.
If you're sorry, folks can tell. No use piling on the verbiage.
If Earth was such unworthy soil for God's best specimens, why did he perversely plant them there?
I'm just preparing the way, just like John the Baptist for Our Lord.
I'd actually rather not have you thinking about that stuff every time you look at me, OK?There's more tears rolling down Grandma. Sweetie, she says, all I think when I look at you is hallelujah.
I watch his hands, they’re lumpy but clever. Is there a word for adults when they aren’t parents? Steppa laughs. Folks with other things to do?
I think about Old Nick carrying me into the truck, I'm dizzy like I'm going to fall down.Scared is what you're feeling, says Ma, but brave is what you're doing.Huh?Scaredybrave.Scave.Word sandwiches a...
I love that boy Walker.Jack, you never saw him before in your life.
I have tried to use memory and invention together, like two hands engaged in the same muddy work of digging up the past.
...real loneliness is having no one to miss. Think yourself lucky you've known something worth missing.
Taking the killers, always two at night because she says pain is like water, it spreads out as soon as she lies down. She