When you looked up to the sky and cried “Why?” sometimes the sky shrugged. Yet other times it answered with the warm assurance of linked hands. “Sorry,” it whispered on the wind. “Sorry for all the pain loneliness and disappointment. But there is this, too.
It seemed odd to Sosie that she had to make some hard-and-fast decision about such an arbitrary, individual thing as attraction, like having to declare an orientation major: I am straight with a minor in gay.
Well, I mean, all the best people have a little beast in them.
But this time she’d done everything right and they were leaving her anyway. You couldn’t be perfect enough to keep the world from betraying you.
They’d never discussed how to find one’s place in the world, never talked of fathers and sons, or what makes someone a man. No. He and Will spoke in newspaper articles about ghosts. They conversed through the careful curation of supernatural knickknacks. And Jericho couldn’t help but feel cheated at how little he’d gotten when he’d needed so much more.
We are nowhere, wanting to be somewhere, idling at the starting line of adulthood.
She wears her grief like a coat of feathers too heavy for flight.
Any good world would allow for us to have free will, yes?” he continued. “Can we agree to this point? But once human beings have free will, they also have the ability to make choices – and commit evil. Thus, this very good thing, free will, allows the possibility of evil into our fine world.
They would have been mystics and healers, women who worked with herbs and delivered babies. But it would have made them suspect. Women who have power are always feared,” she says sadly.
Haven’t you been hurt?” Miss Lillian asked. Theta thought of Roy’s fists. Mrs. Bowers’s cold cruelty. Even the first wound of abandonment. “Yes.” “And here you still are. No. The question is this: Haven’t you been hurt enough?
Beliefs converge and become something new all the time.
With a satisfied groan, Sam leaned back against his chair, his hands on his protruding gut. “Ling. How would your mother feel about a Jewish son-in-law?
Nearby, Lady Liberty hoists her torch in the harbor, a beacon to all who come to these shores to escape persecution or famine or hopelessness. For this is the land of dreams. The.
There’s no such thing as hideously ordinary. If something is hideous, it’s automatically extraordinary. In a hideous way.
He’s jealous! Kartik is jealous and Simon finds me... delicious? I am a bit giddy. And confused. But no, mostly giddy, I find.
Kartik feels like a country I want to travel – vast, dangerous, and unknown.
What is the French word for rain? Le rain? La rain? Is the rain masculine or feminine? It’s such a bother that it must be masculine.
Did everyone from your little Hans Christian Andersen village look the same?
The Diviners must stand, or all shall fall.
The steam trains crossed the country, the gleaming tracks clumsy sutures across wounded miles of stolen land.