Aún estaba embadurnada con la sangre del parto y los comienzos acuosos de sus heces de lactante. La llevó a la puerta y la puso bajo la lluvia tibia. Cuando estuvo limpia, vio que era verde.
Aún estaba embadurnada con la sangre delparto y los comienzos acuosos de sus heces de lactante. La llevó a la puerta y la puso bajo la lluvia tibia. Cuando estuvo limpia, vio que eraverde.
At its most elemental, a spell is no more than a recipe for change.
As for dreams, they are powered by urgent desire, even if that desire is only to escape the quotidian.
As an old friend of mine once said when I brought him some interesting brownies, ‘You must accept the truth from whatever source it comes,’ she replied. Haven’t you read your Maimonides?
And there the wicked old witch stayed for a good long time... And did she ever come out? ... Not yet.
Always you were drawn to the composite creatures, the broken and reassembled, for that is what you are.
Ah, the inner eye blinks, and the spirit trembles, at the dangerous cost of seeing one's self as one is.
A more ancient precedent of ransom, that we may not always be tormented by our shame.
A capacity for interiority in the growing adult is threatened by the temptation to squander that capacity ruthlessly, to revel in hollowness. The syndrome especially plagues anyone who lives behind a...
A capacity for inferiority in the growing adult is threatened by the temptation by squander that capacity ruthlessly, to revel in hallowness. The syndrom especially plaques anyone who lives behind a m...
A NOTION OF CHARACTER, not so much discredited as simply forgotten, once held that people only came into themselves partway through their lives. They woke up, were they lucky enough to have consciousn...
Looking at him makes her feel like laughing all over - as if she could laugh not just with her mouth but with her eyes, her heart, her very limbs.
With all those stars in the sky, why isn’t there enough light for us to see by? We stumble like blinded sheep. As you can see, it is clouding over. The stars can’t pierce that gloom; they just wait it...
Wisdom is not the understanding of mystery, she said to herself, not for the first time. Wisdom is accepting that mystery is beyond understanding. That's what makes it mystery
Madame Morrible, for all her upper-class diction and fabulous wardrobe, seemed just a tad—oh—dangerous. As if her big public smile were composed of the light glancing off knives and lances, as if her...
His avenging angel had come to call him home. A suicide was waiting for him back in his own world, and by now he ought to have learned enough to get through it successfully.
Elena had always felt like the center of her own world - who doesn't? The world arranged itself around her like petals around the stem of a flower. This way the meadows, that way the woodland. Over he...
Brrr, who had never admired books particularly...didn't remember that a mere book might reek of sex, possibility, fecundity. Yet a book has a ripe furrow and a yielding spine, he thought, and the nuan...
Behold the male beast roaring in the jungle for his mate, said Elphaba. See how the female beast giggles behind a shrub while she organizes her face to say, Pardon dear, did you say something?