Now I only need to lookout at them through my sky-blue eyes.They see their own ill willstaring them in the foreheadand turn tail.
He was the kind of boy for whom cleverness was female.
She doesn't think it's a good idea to know the future, because you can hardly ever change it, so why suffer twice?
Art is long and life is brief and mortality looms.
How shrunk, how dwindled, in our timesCreation's mighty seed
Was she in any way like us? thinks Tony. Or, to put it the other way around: Are we in any way like her?
Lambhood and tigerishness may be found in either gender, and in the same individual at different times.
If anyone else told her to lower her voice, Roz would know what to do: scream louder.
So few people understand about anything.
She had an idea, but it was the wrong idea. It was hardly even an idea, just a white idea balloon with no writing inside it.
The Three of them were beautiful, in the way all girls of that age are beautiful. It can't be helped, that sort of beauty, nor can it be conserved; it's a freshness, a plumpness of the cells, that's u...