They conducted their love affair in the room above the abandoned corn exchange as the autumn weather came lop-leggedly in from the east: now a warm day, now a sunny one, now four days of cold winds an...
There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's.
There are two kinds of anger: hot and cold. Boys and girls experience both, but as they grow up the anger separates according to the sex. Boys need hot anger to survive. They need inclination to fight...
The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew.
The world pauses for royalty and deformity alike, and sometimes one can’t tell the difference.
The unvisited grannies, in stone houses by the wheat field, can't remember their husbands or children. They worry their hands, though, hands that could do with a rinsing. The grannies think:We start o...
The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on.
The surface of the shoes seemed to pulse with hundreds of reflections and refractions. In the firelight, it was like looking at boiling corpuscles of blood under a magnifying glass.
That was what was once believed. Now, it seems hardly to matter when and how we become ourselves – or even what we become. Theory chases theory about how we are composed. The only constant: the abjura...
Such silly things, children—and so embarrassing—because they keep changing themselves out of shame, out of a need to be loved or something.
Still, there is no law that says all decent things must be permanent. Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need atta...
Speaking uses us up, speeds us up. Without prayer, that act of confession for merely existing, one might live forever and not know it.
So—if the oldest memories could contaminate one another, could prove impossible—what good was memory at al?
Sooner or later we grow into deserving our own deaths, somehow.
Some said the original evil was the vacuum caused by the Fairy Queen Lurline leaving us alone here. When goodness removes itself, the space it occupies corrodes and becomes evil and maybe slpits apart...
Some realities are too onerous to be borne by nations, let alone by children.
She lived and breathed, Brrr knew, with a high tolerance for detachment - like a lake jellyfish floating in a glass casket, oblivious of japing crowds.
She dropped her shyness like a nightgown, and in the liquid glare of sunlight on old boards she held up her hands-as if, in the terror of the upcoming skirmish, she had at last understood that she was...
Rain spoke as slowly as she could, working her way like a tightrope artist across her thoughts, feeling them an instant before walking the words out.
Please, I know nothing of the world, except my father is lost in it.