Yes, I'm often reminded of her, and in one of my array of pockets, I have kept her story to retell. It is one of the small legion I carry, each one extraordinary in its own right. Each one an attempt...
With the curtains clamped tight, he would sleep on the floor with a cushion beneath his head, as the fire slipped away and turned to ash. In the morning he would return to the basement. A voiceless hu...
When they arrived in full, the noise of their feet throbbed on top of the road. Their eyes were enormous in their starving skulls. And the dirt. The dirt was molded to them . . . Their feet could bare...
When the job’s done, he smacks me on the shoulder and we run off like handsome thieves. We both laugh and run, and the moment is so thick around me that I feel like dropping into it to let it carry me...
When it came down to it, one of them called the shots. The other did what he was told. The question is, what if the other is a lot more than one?
When it came down to it, one of them called the shots.The other did what he was told.The question is, what if the other is a lot more than one?
When death captures me, the boy vowed, he will feel my fist on his face. Personally,
When death captures me, the boy vowed, he will feel my fist on his face. Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry. Yes. I like that a lot.
When death captures me, the boy vowed, he will feel my fist in his face. (31.26)
What I like best is walking with my hands in my pockets, having the Doorman next to me, and imagining that Audrey's on my other side.I always picture us from behind.
Well, promise me one thing, Liesel. If I die anytime soon, you make sure they bury me right.
Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, and in there, down there, I started to pick the words up. They were excerpts of truth gather from insi...
Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. I'm okay we say. I'm alright. But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't ev...
They were frightened, no question, but they were not afraid of me. It was a fear of messing up and having to face themselves again, and facing the world, and the likes of you.
They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip—the relative you cringe to kiss.
There's ache in her arms and ache in her legs and heart. But on her face is the beauty of the morning.
There were reasons to leave, and reasons to stay, and all of it was the same.
There was rain like a ghost you could walk through. Almost dry when it hit the ground.
There was once a strange small man but there was a word shaker too.
There is death.Making his way through all of it.On the surface: unflappable, unwavering.Below: unnerved, untied, and undone.