Oh, I didn’t think it wise to hide it. Might not be able to find it again,” I say, cheerily. “It’s sitting in plain view on your chair in the great hall. I do hope that was the best place for it.
Mawah meenon ne le plus poohlala,” I say with an affected bow.
Oh, honey, of course it hurts! Beauty is pain. But you don’t want to look like a troll, do you?
Writers are also sort of like vultures, but with fewer ethics.
Perhaps it is only the light. Perhaps it is the power of the realms at work through me. Or perhaps it is some combination of spirit and desire, love and hope, some alchemy that we each possess and can put to use, if first we know were to look without flinching.
Felicity laughs and takes on the tone of a fashionable lady. “Darling, the Bryn-Joneses have just done the most marvelous thing in their parlor with human blood. We simply must have ours done straightaway!
I don’t trust her father than I can run full-steam in a corset.
Can we talk about the miracle that is the Small World ride? It’s like an acid trip drag show.
I have met the devil, and her name is Cecily Temple.
Why had this power come to me? I can scarcely govern myself. At times, I feel as if I could dance through the halls with happiness, and then, just as suddenly, my thoughts are dark and lost and frightening.
Only ninnies go to Penny’s.
When it is time for me to visit Brigid, I find her awake in her little room. “That’s awl righ’, luv. I don’ care to forget, if it’s all the same,” she says, and there are no rowan leaves at her window anymore.
God save me from a woman’s tears, for I’ve no strength against them.
You have been deceived. Spiritualism is no more a science than thievery. For that’s all this is – very skilled dodgers stealing money from the bereaved for a little glint of hope. People see what they want to see when they need to.
I am staring into the hissing face of a cobra. A surprisingly pink tongue slithers in and out of a cruel mouth while an Indian man whose eyes are the blue of blindless inclines his head towards my mother and explains in Hindi that cobras make very good eating.
Sometimes Felicity is as much a mystery to me as the location of the Temple. She is spiteful and childish one minute, lively and spirited in the next; a girl kind enough to bring Ann home for Christmas and small enough to think Kartik her inferior.
It was hard to feel safe in the world when you were a girl.
Fashionable debutantes in pastel chiffon party dresses wilt into leather club chairs like frosted petit fours melting under the July sun.
Your mind is not a cage. It’s a garden. And it requires cultivating.
He loved her very much. She inspired his work. He used to say, ‘There is no meaning but what we assign to life, and she is my meaning.