Like they say, it takes all types to make the world. But sometimes you wish it didn't.
You’re a crafty old woman. You always try to win an argument by talkin’ about some funeral. You’re too ornery to die, and you know it.
There is nothing in back of this cafe. Since the place sits right on the margin between the edge of the world and infinite possibility, he back door opens out to a void. It takes courage to turn the k...
Basil stopped crying instantly in order to enjoy Ciel’s punishment.
Bloody noses had made them friends, but giving sound to the bruised places in their hearts made them brothers.
In short, his entire life became a race against the natural—and he was winning.
Brewster Place became especially fond of its colored daughters as they milled like determined spirits among its decay, trying to make it home. Nutmeg arms leaned over windowsills, gnarled ebony legs c...
But she noticed that some of the people who had spoken to her before made a point of having something else to do with their eyes when she passed, although she could almost feel them staring at her bac...
Home. It's being new and old all rolled into one. Measuring your new against old friends, old ways, old places, Knowing that as long as the old survives, you can keep changing as much as you want with...
Ceil moaned. Mattie rocked. Propelled by the sound, Mattie rocked her out of that bed, out of that room, into a blue vastness just underneath the sun and above time. She rocked her over Aegean seas so...
In Linden Hills they could forget that the world said you spelled black with a capital nothing. Well, they were something and there was everything around them to show it. The world hadn't given them a...
Life's too short to spend time trying to explain the obvious to an idiot.
Power knows power.
Time's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystalize at any given moment at will: a thousand days are melted into one conversation, one glance, one hurt, and one hur...
All the beautiful plants that once had an entire sun porch for themselves in the home she had exchanged thirty years of her life to pay for would now have to fight for light on a crowded windowsill.
She sincerely liked Mattie because unlike the others, Mattie never found the time to do jury duty on other people’s lives.
But it's one of the reflections of our times. Young minds today are dulled by television and other visual sensations. When reading was one of the few pleasures available, we could recite whole passage...
They were hard-edged, soft-centered, brutally demanding, and easily pleased, these women of Brewster Place.
The right woman is the one you can live with, not the one in your head.
There's something hypocritical about a city that keeps half of its population underground half of the time; you can start believing that there's much more space than there really is -- to live, to wor...
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