Quoting reminds me there are other people in the world besides only me. And other thoughts besides mine, and other ways of thinking.
Your name is Rain, isn’t it? Rain slips in the cracks and slides through the seams. You can do it? Can’t you?
Winter still comes after autumn though you may have died over the summer.
Why were memories so independent? So jealous of corroborating detail?
When the times are a crucible, when the air is full of crisis, she said, those who are the most themselves are the victims.
What's big, thick, makes the earth move, and wants to have its way with you? I don't know, but can you introduce me?
What words she had thought to write on the face of the moon were washed away from her as she submerged, trying to disturb no one, nothing. Trying not so much as to interrupt a current, even trying not...
There was much to hate in this world and too much to love.
The overdressed traveler betrays more interest in being seen than in seeing.
The more civilized we become, the more horrendous our entertainments.
The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.
The chronic fun of writing, the distraction of it, was not knowing.
That was such a wonderful time, even in its strangeness and sadness-and life isn't the same now. It's wonderful, but it isn't the same.
She wondered, faintly, if it was immoral to raise children in the habit of hope. Was it not, in the end, all the harder for them to adjust to the reality of how the world worked?
She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the difference.
One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her-is it ever the right choice?
One May, oh, cook poorly, or be socially graceless, or invest unwisely, or fail to achieve the best personal hygiene. But one doesn’t want to live wrong – from breath to breath, from start to finish,...
Marmalade has to make its own way in life, like the rest of us, she thought.
Listen, we’re all trapped in our own lives. You, me, everyone we’ve ever met.
I take all the credit in the world for my own foolishness.