As years pass, and the abundance of the future is depleted, the crux of old mistakes and the cost of old choices are ever recalibrated. Resentment, the interest in umbrage derived from being wronged,...
Anyone who can be home anywhere really has no home at all.
And in the cave there lived a wicked old witch. Did she ever some out? Not yet.
And in the cave there lived a wicked old witch. Did she ever come out? Not yet.
And a puzzle is for the piecing together, especially for the young, who still believe it can be done.
Always the bridesmaid , never the bride. Always the godfather, never the god.
All these last months he had begun to talk about Sarima and the family as if they were ghosts, hiding just around the curve of the spiral staircase in the tower, suppressing giggles at this long, long...
All of life hinges on what one does next, until finally one makes the wrong choice.
All green things brown.
After all, a book can be set aside for weeks, or for good. (Burned in the grate.) Alternatively, a story can be adored for centuries. But it cannot be derailed. A plot, whether abandoned by a reader o...
A male usually had made up his mind before you began to talk to him -so why bother?- but a female, because her mind was more supple, was always prepared to become more disappointed in you than she had...
A burnt broom that has had enough, and refuses to burn further...
Where shall I say you've gone? She threw an arm about airily. Oh, way up high. Over the rainbow somewhere, I guess.
I dabble in causes and effects.
Who knows what we want? We’re all mysteries, even to ourselves.
She heard Mrs. Brummidge hiss at Rhoda, Unseemly! with the same tone of scandal she might have used had she been saying Strumpet! or Baptist!
Mori that time must also catch him at his crime: Painting
Lumpy.
In a people whose moral code is so lax, so little is wrong.
You’re in the finest hands. He’s a very capable soldier. He is an old man with a white beard. He is a young man inside, and strong.