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 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 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 think buddy is man talk for sweetie.
Don’t worry about it. She keeps saying that but I don’t know to not worry. I
Daffy had stopped talking, without her noticing. It was if he'd run out of words. He did a peculiar thing, then; he reached out and touched Mary's cheekbone; lightly, as if he was brushing away a spec...
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.
But to sever all your connections, professional as well as personal... Lib fumbled for words. Wouldn't it be like a little death?Byrne nodded. I believe emigration generally is that. The price of a ne...
Better to drown in the surf than stand idly on the shore.
And why must it always be presumed that a woman's views are based on personal considerations?
Also everywhere I'm looking at kids, adults mostly don't seem to like them, not even the parents do. They call the kids gorgeous and so cute, they make the kids do the thing all over again so they can...
A veces estaría bien volver a hacerse pequeño y a veces grande, igual que Alicia.
A strident female voice causes men's ears to close.
Says the headline. Blanche skips over the details she already knows. How bizarre to see what she lived through last night turned into an item tucked between stock prices and Crazy Horse whupping the a...
Less rotted and she nibbles it smiling. Look, I show her, there’s holes in my cake where the chocolates were till just now. Like craters, she says. She puts her fingertop in one. What’s craters? Holes...
Except one bit about a movie with werewolves and a woman bursting like a balloon is just special effects, that’s drawing on computers.
[She] was easy to enjoy but hard to know....It’s unbearable, the not knowing.
[She] was easy to enjoy but hard to know.
We spend most of our lives holding on to objects, he thought, and finally they fall from our cold dead hands and those who tidy up after us have to worry of what to do with all this stuff.