On the whole I am inclined to think that a witch should not kiss. Perhaps it is the not being kissed that makes her a witch; perhaps the source of her power is the breath of loneliness around her.
Wasn’t it so often the girl – no matter how young – who got blamed for having incited her molester with a look?
Pretending to misremember a name was such a reliable way to annoy.
They’re her book club but I don’t know why because they’re not reading books.
What this good man had sworn to protect me from was not the same as what I feared. I trusted that he would never let anything hurt me, but he would never let anything touch me either.
The hammock hangs on hooks in two trees at the very back of the yard, one is a shortish tree that’s only twice my tall and bent over, one is a million times high with silvery leaves.
Mary regretted it a little already. Sometimes words were like glass that broke in her mouth.
But what on earth had possessed her, to take a wagon this far beyond nowhere? When.
At the balls he took me to there were many beautiful young women who didn’t say a word. They answered every question with a shrug or a smile. If champagne got spilt down their dresses they only sighed; when the full moon slid out from behind the castle they watched it in silence. I could not understand it. Had they sold their voices too? Even their bodies were silent, always upright, never loosening their lines. They walked like letters on a page.
He supposed it was always that way with the dead, they slid away before we knew enough to ask them the right questions.
It came to Daffy then, how easily the worst in oneself could rise up and strike a blow. How even the most enlightened man had little power over his own darkness.
What does a promise mean, when it’s made to a monster?
Sitting watching Anna’s eyelids flicker some hours later, Lib found herself longing for the sleep she should have had that afternoon. But this was an old battle, and like any nurse, she knew she could win if she spoke to herself severely enough. The.
My future was about to happen.
It seemed to him that there was some urgency in the air, but then he always felt like that in February: a sense of something breaking out through his skin.
My names were hand-me-downs too: girl, the creature, or, most often, you there.
When I was four I was watching ants walking up Stove and she ran and splatted them all so they wouldn’t eat our food. One minute they were alive and the next minute they were dirt. I cried so my eyes nearly melted off.
Keep your heart infinitesimally small, and sorrow will never spy it...
It does sometimes seem as if the nineteenth century hasn’t reached this part of the world yet.” He.
In my experience of ward nursing, two shifts are more conducive to sleep than three.” “But.