Stringing up rival kings on trees, rejoicing in piles of heads – there was an element of childish glee in all of that.
Left lipstick imprints the shape of grateful, rubbery sighs...
He might die for her, but living for her would be quite different.
He hasn’t yet taken to crapping on the carpet and destroying the furniture and whining for meals, but close.
A handful of crumpled stars
Young girls have such sweet tooths. Or is that sweet teeth?
You're dead, Cordelia.'No I'm not.'Yes you are. You're dead.Lie down.
You think I'm not a goddess?Try me.
You can't lead if no one will follow.
You can't help what you feel, but you can help how you behave
You can't help what you feel, Moira said once, but you can help how you behave.
You are a transitional generation, said Aunt Lydia. It is the hardest for you. We know the sacrifices you are being expected to make. It is hard when men revile you. For the ones who come after you, i...
Women, and what went on under their collars. Hotness and coldness, coming and going in the strange musky flowery variable-weather country inside their clothes -- mysterious, important, uncontrollable....
With no orders to follow, she occupies her mind by painting her nails, which is a very soothing thing to do when you’re anxious and keyed up. Some people like to throw objects, such as glasses of wate...
Winter is not so dangerous. I need hardness, cold, rigidity; not this heaviness, as if I'm a melon on a stem, this liquid ripeness. The
Why is it that we want so badly to memorialise ourselves? Even while we're still alive. we wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants. we put on display our framed photographs, ou...
Why does the mind do such things? Turn on us, rend us, dig the claws in. If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. Maybe it's much the same.
Why do men want to kill the bodies of other men? Women don't want to kill the bodies of other women.
Who is to say that prayers have any effect? On the other hand, who is to say they don't? I picture the gods, diddling around on Olympus, wallowing in the nectar and ambrosia and the aroma of burning b...
Who invented the word love?