feelings existed in only one form: magnified.
I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse perhaps to be locked in. Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
In order that two imperfect souls might touch perfection. E. M. Forster
Sometimes its hard to tell how fast the current's moving until you're headed over a waterfall
...[E]ven I know that being a parent is awful ninety-five percent of the time...As far as I can tell, it's that last five percent that keeps the human race from dying out. Four parts blinding terror,...
Certainly she could never have exchanged pleasantries with anyone. What would there be for them to say anyway? Sorry? Sorry your daughter is dead, Sorry your daughter jumped off the roof of her school...
Simple" Kate had wanted to say, "I'm already dead.
Clothes were to Sylvia what books were to me: the only thing that really mattered.
So much of what people believe makes no sense, Wylie.
