The undoing is almost always more difficult than the doing.
The rabbit felt dizzy. He wondered for a minute, if his head had cracked open again, if he was dreaming. Look, Mama, said Maggie, look at him. I see him, said the woman. She dropped the umbrella. She...
That night,
Thank you.
Sometimes, it seemed like everybody in the world was lonely.
She was working to remind herself of who she was. She was working to remember that somewhere in another place entirely she was known and loved.
SEASONS PASSED, FALL AND WINTER and spring and summer. Leaves blew in through the open door of Lucius Clarke’s shop, and rain, and the green outrageous hopeful light of spring. People came and went, g...
Reader, you must know that an interesting fate (sometimes involving rats, sometimes not) awaits almost everyone, mouse or man, who does not conform.
Perhaps, said the man, you would like to be lost with us. I have found it much more agreeable to be lost in the company of others.
Pea was aware suddenly of how fragile her heart was, how much darkness was inside it, fighting, always, with the light. She did not like the rat. She would neverlike the rat, but she knew what she mus...
Never in his life had Edward been cradled like a baby. Abilene had not done it. Nor had Nellie. And most certainly, Bull had not. It was a singular sensation to be held so gently and yet so fiercely,...
Mostly, he looked like a big piece of old brown carpet that had been left out in the rain.
It seems to be that way with most things. No one to do the really disagreeable jobs except oneself.
If you have no intention of loving or being loved then the whole journey is pointless
I honor you!
He was the kind of person who, if you asked him for one of something, gave you two instead.
Flora had decided that this was part of the reason her parents had divorced. Not the noise of the writing, but the writing itself. Specifically, the writing of romance. Flora
Edward? Yes yes yes. It is me. Edward thought.
Do you think everybody misses somebody? Like I miss my mama? Mmmm-hmmm, said Gloria. She closed her eyes. I believe, sometimes, that the whole world has an aching heart.
At the thought of being eaten by rats, Despereaux forgot about being brave. He forgot about not being a disappointment. He felt himself heading into another faint. But his mother, who had an excellent...