He was agitated for some reason that he could not name. (page 35)
No one cared what she wanted. No one had ever cared. And perhaps, worst of all, no one ever would care.
Like most hearts, it was complicated, shaded with dark and dappled with light.
This is a wonderful joke to play upon a prisoner, to promise forgiveness.
She said the words, and then she had a strange moment of seeing them, hanging there over her head. You're going to vacuum up that squirrel! thought Flora.
Besides, who ever asked you what you wanted in this world, girl?The answer to that question, reader, as you well know, was absolutely no one.
The story is not a pretty one. there is violence in it. And cruelty. But stories that are not pretty have a certain value, too, I suppose. Everything, as you well know (having lived in this world long...
Perhaps what matters when all is said and done is not who puts us down but who picks us up.
Once upon a time, he said out loud to the darkness. He said these words because they were the best, the most powerful words that he knew and just the saying of them comforted him.
The April sun, weak but determined, shone through a castle window and from there squeezed itself through a small hole in the wall and placed one golden finger on the little mouse.
Someone will come for you, but first you must open your heart...
There, she said. She rocked him back and forth. There, you foolish, beautiful boy who wants to change the world. There, there. And who could keep from loving you? Who could keep from loving a boy so b...
Sometimes, when the light starts to fade, I get a terrible feeling of loneliness, like maybe I am the only person in the world.
Not much goes on in the mind of a squirrel.Huge portions of what is loosely termed the squirrel brain are given over to one thought: food.The average squirrel cogitation goes something like this: .
It is our duty and our joy to communicate our hearts to each other. Words assist us in this task.
If you want to be a writer, write a little bit every day. Pay attention to the world around you. Stories are hiding, waiting everywhere. You just have to open your eyes and your heart.
Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light.
There ain't no way you can hold onto something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.
But, reader, there is no comfort in the word farewell, even if you say it in French. Farewell is a word that,in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises absolutely nothing.
Hey, disease boy! Norton shouted. We know what you got. It’s called