She was simply Asha, a woman on her own. Had the situation been otherwise, she might not have come to know her own brain.
Water and ice made of the same thing. He thought most people were made of the same thing, too...If he had sort all the humanity by its material essence, he thought he would probably end up with a sing...
At the heart of her bad nature, like many bad natures, was probably envy. And at the heart of envy was possibly hope - that the good fortune of others might one day be hers
I've said it before and I'll say it again: Never trust anyone who tells you how people come to trust him.
It is easy, from a safe distance, to overlook the fact that in undercities governed by corruption, where exhausted people vie on scant terrain for very little, it is blisteringly hard to be good.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: Never trust anyone who tells you how people come to trust them.
When I'm engaged in a story my health is not a big deal, but when I'm not doing anything, if you sit me down, I can get tied up in my own medical dramas. So I much prefer to work.