They were everything they ought to be and nothing else.
Nothing was nothing else. Nothing was anything it shouldn’t be.
She shelled the nuts and toasted them, jiggling them about in the pan. She sprinkled them with salt and ate them each by each. Some were bitter. Some were sweet. Some were hardly anything. That was ju...
But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world. Even though she knew it was a wicked thing to do.
She was not vain enough to work her will against the world. But she could use the things the world had given her.
Oh yes. It was well worth it, doing things the proper way.
I love her more than just a little. I think it's because we're both somewhat broken, in our own odd ways. More importantly, we're both aware of it.
The gesture was so tight with rage she feared she’d snap and crack the world in two.
It exhasperated her, but she knew better than to force the world to her desire.
I shook again, tasted plum, and suddenly the words were pouring out of me."She said I sang before I spoke. She said when I was just a baby she had the habit of humming when she held me. Nothing like a...
