The boy does well enough, said Vicente. A goose does not ask much of life, after all.No, she admitted. Those who ask much are more likely disappointed. We should all be as simple as the goose.
The alien girl—she called herself Dorothy—was by virtue of her survival elevated to living sainthood. The dog was merely annoying.
Tell me to mind my own business, tell me to go fuck myself, to piss, off, go on, say it, but don’t tell me nothing’s wrong.
Stinging words! You re critical of everyone, observes Iris. Oh, not everyone, says Clara in an offhand manner. Only everybody who’s alive as well as most people who are dead. I feel quite neutral abou...
She'll have to cross the distance herself. Trust me on that, Brrr. I know about it. Either she'll choose to visit us when there is enough of her present to visit, or day by day she'll learn to survive...
She reasoned that because she was beautiful she was significant, though what she signified, and to whom, was not clear to her yet.
She put her face against Glinda's and kissed her. 'Hold out, if you can,' she murmured, and kissed her again. 'Hold out, my sweet.'[...] It was astounding how quickly she became camouflaged in the rag...
Science, my dears, is the systematic dissection of nature, to reduce it to working parts that more or less obey universal laws. Sorcery moves in the opposite direction. It doesn't rend, it repairs. It...
Perhaps every accidental cluster of people has a short period of grace, in between an initial shyness and prejudice on the one hand and eventual repugnance and betrayal on the other.
Now we'd help her if we could. We can't. So we're helping you. That's all that most of us who are not Tsars or witches can manage to do.
Now he was the minister and she the sinner, an arrangement she did not particularly enjoy.
Noon bells sang out with their usual ignorance of mood, marking out moments of grief and worry, elation and confusion. The bells said that at its core, human life was fundamentally a sort of organic c...
No one controls your destiny. Even at the very worst - there is always choice.
Mergaitėms reikia šalto pykčio. Joms būtina apgalvota neapykanta, pagieža, leidžianti išvengti kompromisų, vengimas atleisti. Joms reikia žinoti, jog pasakytų žodžių neatsiims, niekada, niekada. Tai k...
Luck and grace: an unmatching pair of boots with which to address a long dusty road.
Literary pleasure, and a sense of recognition and identification, real though they are, burn off like alcohol in the flame of the next heated moment.
Light will blind us in time, but what we learn in the dark can see us through.
Let's see what we have in the larder. We have eye of newt and toe of frog, carbon-crisp residue of manticore loin, a beaker of all-natural belladonna extract, some wolfbane, some romaine, a poteen of...
Just follow that one road the whole time!... I hope they don't get lost, I'm so bad at giving directions..
It’s my belief that our lives are stolen from us. Ornamented with pinnate leaves and colored frills, we exist only as a consolation for others. I don’t feel fulfilled. Indeed, some days I scarcely fee...