No, she said, answering his eyes. I can never regret.[...]I can sorrow, she offered gently, but it's not the same thing.
Nay, Cully, you have it backward, she called to him. There's no such a person as you, or me, or any of us. Robin and Marian are real, and we are the legend!
It would be a crime to eat such a mouse! he proclaimed everywhere. An absolute, shameful, yummy crime.
It was not her dream that chilled him, but that she did not weep as she told it. As a hero, he understood weeping women and knew how to make them stop crying--generally you killed something--but her c...
It cannot be an ill fortune to have loved a unicorn,
I love whom I love.
I feel a whole country growing inside me, thousands of years, millions of people, stupid, crazy, shrewd people, and all of them me. I never felt like that before, I never felt that there was anything...
I am a king’s daughter, And if I cared to care, The moon that has no mistress Would flutter in my hair.
I am a hero. It is a trade, no more, like weaving or brewing, and like them it has its own tricks and knacks and small arts. There are ways of perceiving witches, and of knowing poison streams; there...
I am a black stone, the size of a kitchen stove. They wash me in the stream every summer and sing over me. I am skulls and cocks, spring rain and the blood of the bull. Virgins lie with strangers in m...
How terrible to be forgotten by the god that made you, even if you're just a room. How could you love something that could do that anytime?
For a moment she turned in a circle, staring at her hands, which she held high and useless, close to her breast. She bobbed and shambled like an ape doing a trick, and her face was the silly, bewilder...
Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to a butterfly.
Claudio Bianchi did write poetry [...] He had no vanity about this, no fantasies of literary celebrity; he simply took pleasure putting words in order, exactly as he laid out seedlings in the spring,...
And Hagsgate, alas, paid her no heed. She was treated politely and referred to the proper authorities, whereupon she flew into a fury and screamed that in our eagerness to make no enemies at all, we h...
She will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by
No cat out of its first fur can ever be deceived by appearances. Unlike human beings, who enjoy them.
I was one of the haves, and one of the secrets of being a have is not wasting your time on empathy.
Some things aren't any good unless they're shared. Sitting up all night would be pointless if somebody you loved wasn't sitting up with you, picking out music to play and helping you kill the bourbon....
На хората им трябват герои, но никой човек не може да бъде толкова голям, колкото необходимостта от него, и така легендата се наслоява около песъчинка истина като перла.