I will say you ... You can mean more than one. You can mean thousands. I'm not in immediate danger, I'll say to you.I'll pretend you can hear me. But its no good, because I know you can't.
I walk to the corner and wait. I used to be bad at waiting. They also serve who only stand and wait, said Aunt Lydia. She made us memorize it. She also said, Not all of you will make it through. Some...
I walk away from her, guilt on my hands, absolving myself: I'm a good person. She could have been dying. No one else stopped.I'm a fool, to confuse this with goodness. I am not good.I know too much to...
I remember adapt, says Toby. It was another way of saying tough luck. To people you weren’t going to help out.
I need to feel physical pain, to attach myself to daily life.
I had now been a servant for three years, and could act the part well enough by that time. But Nancy was very changeable, two-faced you might call her, and it wasn't easy to tell what she wanted from...
I feel despised there, for having so little money; also for once having had so much. I never actually had it, of course. Father had it, and then Richard. But money was imputed to me, the same way crim...
I don’t think they’ll ever replace the living and breathing, says Gary. They said that about e-books, says Kevin. You can’t stop progress.
I did not know how to paint or even what to paint, but I knew I had to begin.
I am not a saint or a cripple,
Humanity is so adaptable [...] Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as long as there are a few compensations.
Human understanding is fallible, and we see through a glass, darkly. Any religion is a shadow of God. But the shadows of God are not God.
How old do you have to get before wisdom descends like a plastic bag over your head and you learn to keep your big mouth shut? Maybe never. Maybe you get more frivolous with age.
How long were you supposed to mourn, and what did they say? Make your life a tribute to the loved one.
How furious she must be, now that she's been taken at her word.
His father was self-made, but his mother was constructed by others, and such edifices are notoriously fragile. Thus
Help is what they offer but gratitude is what they want, they roll around in it like cats in the catnip.
He wanted me to play Scrabble with him, and kiss him as if I meant it. This was one of the most bizarre things that's happened to me, ever.
He shouldn’t have let himself be caged in here, walled off from freedom. But what does freedom mean any more? And who had caged him and walled him off? He’d done it himself. So many small choices.
He could never get used to her, she was fresh every time, she was a casketful of secrets. Any moment now she would open herself up, reveal to him the essential thing, the hidden thing at the core of h...