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.
It isn't running away they're afraid of. We wouldn't get far. It's those other escapes, the ones you can open in yourself, given a cutting edge.
I guess that's how they were able to do it, in the way they did it, all at once, without anyone knowing beforehand. If there had still been portable money, it would have been more difficult. It was af...
I didn't much like it, this grudge-holding against the past.
Bless you. Be careful. Anyone intending to meddle with words needs such blessing, such warning.
Science fiction, to me, has not only things that wouldn't happen, but other planets.
What fabrications they are, mothers. Scarecrows, wax dolls for us to stick pins into, crude diagrams. We deny them an existence of their own, we make them up to suit ourselves -- our own hungers, our...
We have learned to see the world in gasps.
The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.
The objects I chose were designed to hold something, but I didn't fill them up. They remained empty. They were little symbolic shrines to thirst.
So when time had begun to run out on Adelia with no really acceptable husband in sight, she'd married money -- crude money, button money. She was expected to refine this money, like oil.
She would roll up her sleeves and dispense with sentimentality, and do whatever blood-soaked, bad-smelling thing had to be done. She would become adept with axes.
Second-hand American was spreading over him in patches, like mange or lichen. He was infested, garbled, and I couldn't help him: it would take such time to heal, unearth him, scrape down to where he w...
I am alive, I live, I breathe, I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight.
If your not annoying somebody, you're not alive.
His father was self-made, but his mother was constructed by others, and such edifices are notoriously fragile.
A word after a word after a word is power.
You believed you could transcend the body as you aged, she tells herself. You believed you could rise above it, to a serene, nonphysical realm. But it’s only through ecstasy you can do that, and ecsta...
Paper isn’t important. It’s the words on them that are important.
Moira had power now, she’d been set loose, she’d set herself loose. She was now a loose woman.I think we found this frightening.