What is toast? says Snowman to himself, once they’ve run off. Toast is when you take a piece of bread – What is bread? Bread is when you take some flour – What is flour?We’ll skip that part, it’s too...
What he couldn't have in life he might still catch sight of through his art: just a glimpse, from the corner of his eye
What could he have done or said differently? What change would have altered the course of events? In the big picture, nothing. In the small picture, so much.
What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question.
What I have always assumed in him to be bravery may be merely an ignorance of consequences. He thinks he is safe, because he is what he says he is. But he’s out in the open, and surrounded by stranger...
We're all watching him. It's the one thing we can really do, and it is not for nothing: if he were to falter, fail, or die, what would become of us? No wonder he's like a boot, hard on the outside, gi...
We thought we could do better.Better? I say, in a small voice. How can he think this is better?Better never means better for everyone, he says. It always means worse, for some.
We are a society dying, said Aunt Lydia, of too much choice.
Watch out for art, Crake used to say. As soon as they start doing art, we’re in trouble.
Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?
Up You wake up filled with dreadThere seems no reason for it.Morning light sifts through the window,there is birdsong,you can’t get out of bed. It’s something about the crumpled sheetshanging over the...
Time comes in waves here, a sickness, oneday after the other rolling on;I move up, it’s called awake, then down into the uneasynights but neverforward.
Thus the time passed. Toby stopped counting it. In any case, time is not a thing that passes, said Pilar: it’s a sea on which you float.
Thus on Predator Day we meditate on the Alpha Predator aspects of God. The suddenness and ferocity with which an apprehension of the Divine may appear to us; our smallness and fearfulness-may I say, o...
This is perhaps why Dante chooses the poet Virgil to be his guide in the Inferno; in visiting a strange location, it's always best to go with someone who's been there before, and – most important of a...
This is a reconstruction. All of it is a reconstruction. It's a reconstruction now, in my head, as I lie flat on my single bed rehearsing what I should or shouldn't have said, what I should or shouldn...
Things, the word she used when whatever it stood for was too distasteful or filthy or horrible to pass her lips. A successful life for her was one that avoided things, excluded things. Such things do...
They wore blouses with buttons down the front that suggested the possibilities of the word . These women could be undone; or not. They seemed to be able to choose.
They say:Speak for us (to whom?)Some say: Avenge us (on whom?)Some say: Take our place.Some say: WitnessOthers say (and these are women)Be happy for us.
They had been pathetically eager to have the wedding in the family church. Their reaction though, as far as she could estimate the reactions of people who were now so remote from her, was less elated...