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...
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.
Miranda nods, because she knows that to be true: noble people don't do things for the money, they simply have money, and that's what allows they to be noble. They don't really have to think about it m...
I know more about my father than I used to know: I know he wanted to be a pilot in the war but could not, because the work he did was considered essential to the war effort… I know he grew up on a far...
I don't sing like this often. It makes my throat hurt.
I consider telling my brother, asking him for help. But tell him what exactly? I have no black eyes, no bloody noses to report: Cordelia does nothing physical. If it was boys, chasing or teasing, he w...
Is there no end to his diguises of benevolence?
Longed for him. Got him. Shit.
A word after a word after a word is power.
They spent the first three years of school getting you to pretend stuff and then the rest of it marking you down if you did the same thing.
Of course (said Oryx), having a money value was no substitute for love. Every child should have love, every person should have it. . . . but love was undependable, it came and then it went, so it was...
I shouldn't have taken a vow of silence, I told myself. What did I want? Nothing much. Just a memorial. But what is a memorial, when you come right down to it, but a commemoration of wounds endured? E...
I didn't much like it, this grudge-holding against the past.
By now you must have guessed: I come from another planet. But I will never say to you, Take me to your leaders. Even I - unused to your ways though I am - would never make that mistake. We ourselves h...
Sooner or later, I hate to break it to you, you're gonna die, so how do you fill in the space between here and there? It's yours. Seize your space.
If the national mental illness of the United States is megalomania that of Canada is paranoid schizophrenia.
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...
This world is not enough, but it will have to do. You can either hold on or let go.
Paper isn’t important. It’s the words on them that are important.
Messy love is better than none.I guess. I'm no authorityon sane living.