The book was so clean and white, and the letters were so perfectly black and defenseless; it would have been like tearing the ears off a kitten.
That cat doesn't have a lick of sense,' I said, sighing.Well, honey, he's not right in the head,' Dad said, flipping his cigarette into the front yard.I glared at him. 'And just what do you mean by th...
Sometimes the side of the house would exert a strange and supernatural magnetic force upon my body, which would cause me to fly up against it, face first, and stick there.
Possibility, infinity, beauty -- none of those words were right. [...] What he really wanted to say was: have you felt this? this phantom life streaking like a phosphorescent hound at the edges of you...
She waited until she and my grandfather Anthel were just home from their honeymoon, and then sat him down and told him this: Honey, I know you like to take a drink, and that's all right, but be forewa...
She had taken her vows and then they had taken her, and the forces amassed against her were greater than love, greater than obligation. They were elemental, heavy as a dead planet.
My mother was good at reading books, making cinnamon biscuits, and coloring in a coloring book. Also she was a good eater of popcorn and knitter of sweaters with my initials right in them. She could s...
He did know: he knew her right away, and he felt known by her, and that was where the trouble really began...She could have been exotic or worldly or a Valkyrie and it would have meant nothing to him....
I’m never reading poetry again unless it’s by James Whitcomb Riley! And I went storming out of the house to try and shake off the injury done to me with words.
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