They never sat up all night with Trouble, Peter Piper used to say. And I told him they were quite right. If you make a fuss over trouble and put it to bed and nurse it and give it beef.
I’ve stolen a garden. It isn’t mine, it isn’t anybody’s. Nobody wants it, nobody cares for it, nobody ever goes into it. Perhaps everything is dead in it already, I don’t know. I don’t care, I don’t care. Nobody has any right to take it from me when I care about it and they don’t. They’re letting it die, all shut in by itsellf!
I don’t want to be queer, and I’m not going to be. I’ll shall stop being queer if I go every day to the garden. There is magic in there...
One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now.
Now you are a great deal fatter and better looking.
I am my own law–and the law of some others.
How does tha’ like thysel’?” she inquired, really quite as if she were curious to know.
I don’t want you to give me anything,” said Sara. “I want your books- I want them!” And her eyes grew big and her chest heaved.
I dare say it’s because there’s such a lot o’ blacks there instead o’ respectable white people. When I heard you was.
Mistress Mary got up from the log at once. She knew she felt contrary again, and obstinate, and she did not care at all. She was imperious and Indian, and at the same time hot and sorrowful.
You stop! I hate you! Everybody hates you! I wish everybody would run out of the house and let you scream yourself to death! You will scream yourself to death in a minute, and I wish you would!
She is my mother,” said Colin complainingly. “I don’t see why she died. Sometimes I hate her for doing it.
Don’t let us talk about dying; I don’t like it. Let us talk about living.
She is hungrier than I am,” she said to herself. “She’s starving.” But her hand trembled when she put down the fourth bun. “I’m not starving,” she said – and she put down the fifth.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him all creatures here below, Praise Him above ye Heavenly Host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.
And the sun fell warm upon his face like a hand with a lovely touch.
In each century since the beginning of the world wonderful things have been discovered.
It was curious how much nicer a person looked when they smiled.
You thought I was a native! You dared! You don’t know anything about natives! They are not people – they’re servants who must salaam to you. You know nothing about India. You know nothing about anything!
It won’t be enough for either of us. But it will be better than nothing.