The human heart was dark beyond all reckoning; it also likened the heart to a river. And further, it said, If we are not careful, that river can carry us along in its hidden currents of want and anger...
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Know to be a safe port in a storm? Flora suddenly remembered her dream, how warm William Spiver’s hand had felt in her own. She blushed. Whom did she trust? Good grief, she trusted William Spiver.
His dress
Where’s your dress?
When I was a girl in Blundermeecen we wondered always if we would see each other again. Each day was uncertain. So, to say good-bye to someone was uncertain, too. Would you see them again? Who could s...
We must ask ourselves these questions as often as we dare. How will the world change if we do not question it?
There was something scary about watching adults sleep. It was as if no one at all were in charge of the world.
There is nothing worse than war in the summetime.
The three of them walked through the woods in silence. Sistine and Rob chewed Eight Ball gum,
She liked the way the words sounded. She imagined them floating above her in a comic-strip bubble
Open your heart, she said gently. Someone will come. Someone will come for you. But first you must open your heart.
My name’s Gloria Dump, she said. Ain’t that a terrible last name? Dump? My last name is Buloni, I said. Sometimes the kids at school back home in Watley called me ‘Lunch Meat.’ Hah! Gloria Dump laughe...
Love, as we have already discussed, is a powerful, wonderful, ridiculous thing, capable of moving mountains. And spools of thread.
I intended lilies, said the magician. but in the clutches of a desparate desire to do something extraordinary, I called down a greater magic and inadvertently caused you a profound harm. I will now tr...
How do you know if you are a writer? For once, I am going to answer a question as directly as I am able. My answer goes like this. You know that you are a writer if you are imaginative. You know that...
Baby leaned back in her seat. The train seemed to be going faster, and from somewhere far away Baby heard music. It was a song that she knew but couldn't quite place. Do you hear music? she said to Sh...
She might be a natural-born cynic, but she knew the right word when she heard it.
She were forced to describe it, she would say that it tasted exactly like squirrel: fuzzy, damp, slightly nutty. Have you lost your
THE DAYS PASSED. THE SUN ROSE and set and rose and set again and again. Sometimes the