I caught one last glimpse of her face, howling something at me.There were too many vowels in what she said, and they were in an unkind order. (Substitutions)
I realised suddenly that I was thirty-four and not making a very good job of it.
The angel we named God banned representations of himself, even the writing of his name, trying to halt the process of literalization—but in the end it became inevitable. The angel found himself at the...
People stopped knowing how to behave, and most of all they stopped remembering . They needed reasons to toe the line, and that was what they were given. Two reasons. Heaven, and Hell. Equal in resonan...
The mind is like a pool of water, and rain falls as you age. The water gets deeper, and looks so still: occasionally some stray thought or impulse betrays its depths, but seldom. But deep down underne...
I once met a woman who'd been in therapy... and it seemed like the big thing she'd learned was to ignore everything she thought in the first hour of the day. That's when the negative stuff will try to...
When you’re a child the world forbears you, allows you your flights of imagination, your feelings of specialness. But sooner or later the privileges are withdrawn, and all you’re left with is a stunne...
She didn’t know what made him happy, though … and she couldn’t remember him doing any of those things – laughing, smiling or being silly – for quite a while. From some time before Mom left, in fact. W...
It's simply the way things are when people come together out of hurt rather than happiness. When you try to use people as band-aids you merely reinfect the wound, and every moment you spend with them...
In the beginning was the word. So what do you do when the words won’t come? When you don’t know what happens next? You just keep typing.
You can never go back, only forward. I read that in a book once.
I was a circumstance, Hannah, that's all. Good or bad - and I assure you that I remain extremely and appallingly bad - there are many angels because there were once many gods, pushing, pulling, hiding...
There is no beginning. We are always in the middle.
Wherever you go, and whatever you do, the first thing you're going to see in the morning, and the last thing at night, is the inside of your own head. An unchanging landscape, a still photograph.
The kind of beards which make you look like you've glued a racoon to your face. The
When you're born a light is switched on, a light which shines up through your life. As you get older the light still reaches you, sparkling as it comes up through your memories. And if you're lucky as...
Would be on top of me like a ton of heavy things.
If people knew that I really am what I say I am,' he said, 'you know they'd never forgive me.' 'Don't worry,' I said, 'Your lack of a secret is safe with us.
She lost her fury. He’d had none. That’s how you win, in the end.
Hannah's dad had a habit of never walking home the same way twice, with the intention of giving her a sense of how it all fitted together. What he'd actually achieved was to fail to provide a dependab...
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