No sabía que las cosas pudieran estar vivas a medias. Aunque tampoco sabía que los retratos tuvieran vida dentro.
Miss N. had taught her nurses to watch carefully in order to understand what the ill required and provide it. Not medicine—that was the doctors’ domain—but the things she argued were equally crucial t...
May there be no frost on your potatoes, nor worms in your cabbage.
Luckily Sumac has extra Rakhi in her pocket and hands them out to anyone who wants one, because really, who cares so long as the threads get tied.
Jenny wouldn't be dead if she'd never crashed into Blanche on Kearny Street. P'tit wouldn't exist if Blanche had never met Arthur. Facts as hard as rocks, and Blanche has to pick her way among them, f...
It’s called mind over matter. If we don’t mind, it doesn’t matter. When
It’s called mind over matter. If we don’t mind, it doesn’t matter. When a bit of me hurts, I always mind.
It was easy to lose a part of your body, it seemed to her; there were so many ways, it was a wonder anybody reached their death intact.
It does sometimes seem as if the nineteenth century hasn’t reached this part of the world yet. He
It depends on the monster, if it’s a real one or not and if it’s where I am.
In fact the English nurses had spent much of their time stuffing mattresses, stirring gruel, and standing at washtubs, but Lib didn't want the nun to mistake her for an ignorant menial. That was what...
If you're sorry, folks can tell. No use piling on the verbiage.
If the potato blight had been such a long catastrophe, ending only seven years ago, it occurred to Lib that a child now eleven must have been born into hunger. Weaned on it, reared on it; that had to...
If he guessed his mistake, if he wanted me back, I thought, let him suffer and work for it as I had worked and suffered. Let him follow me over a mountain of iron and a lake of glass, and wear out thr...
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 thought humans were or weren't, I didn't know someone could be a bit human. Then what are his other bits?
I love that boy Walker.Jack, you never saw him before in your life.
Don’t worry about it. She keeps saying that but I don’t know to not worry. I
Daffy bent down suddenly, and picked a small startled white flower. Anemone, he said, handing it over; he made her repeat the word until she had it right. Find me a silk to match that.
Better to drown in the surf than stand idly on the shore.