Young love, thinks Felix wistfully. So good for the complexion.
You want the truth, of course. You want me to put two and two together. But two and two doesn’t necessarily get you the truth. Two and two equals a voice outside the window. Two and two equals the win...
You don’t understand much, he says. Why do you think I was lost in the impenetrable forest in the first place?
You don’t take a hammer – not to mention an electric screwdriver and a pipe wrench – to a guy’s computer without being quite angry.
You can't help what you feel, Moira once said, but you can help how you behave.
You can mean more than one.You can mean thousands.I'm not in any immediate danger, I'll say to you.I'll pretend you can hear me.But it's no good, because I know you can't.
You aren't sick & unhappy only alive & stuck with it.
Yes, it does feel deceptively safer with two; but Thou is a slippery character. Every Thou I've known has had a way of going missing. They skip town or turn perfidious, or else the drop like flies and...
Yes, good, kind Crake. I will stop telling this story if you sing. Because it makes me forget what I am telling.
Why should the other ones in this play get a second chance at life, but not him? Why's he have to suffer so much for being what he is? It's like he's, you know, black or Native or something. Five stri...
When did the body first set out on its own adventures? Snowman thinks; after having ditched its old travelling companions, the mind and the soul, for whom it had once been considered a mere corrupt ve...
When I was younger, imagining age, I would think, Maybe you appreciate things more when you don't have much time left. I forgot to include the loss of energy. Some days I do appreciate things more, eg...
When I was younger I used to think that if I could hug myself tight enough I could make myself smaller, because there was never enough room for me, at home or anywhere, but if I was smaller then I wou...
When I saw that, the evidence left by two people, of love or something like it, desire at least, at least touch, between two people now perhaps old or dead, I covered the bed again and lay down on it....
What’s with her? says the painter. She’s mad because she’s a woman, Jon says. This is something I haven’t heard for years, not since high school. Once it was a shaming thing to say, and crushing to h...
Whatever is silenced will clamor to be heard, though silently.
What would that be like - to long, to yearn for someone who is right there before your eyes, day in and day out?
What was the rationale for all this pillaging? Souvenirs. These people needed something to remember themselves by. An odd thing, souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. You don'...
What she read was a series of short connected lyrics, Isis in Darkness. The Egyptian Queen of Heaven and Earth was wandering in the Underworld, gathering up pieces of the murdered and dismembered body...
What restless woman can resist a man with a shovel in one hand and a glowing rose bush in the other, and a moderately crazed glitter in his eyes that might be mistaken for love?