Those who have been in trouble themselves are alert to it in others.
How tedious is a tyranny in the throes of enactment. It’s always the same plot.
You’re clear, Mr. Duke.” Grins from both of them. What could Felix possibly be suspected of smuggling, a harmless old thespian like him? It’s the words that should concern you, he thinks at them. That’s the real danger. Words don’t show up on scanners.
Romantic people are not supposed to laugh, I know that much from looking at the pictures.
Mushrooms were the roses in the garden of that unseen world, because the real mushroom plant was underground. The parts you could see – what most people called a mushroom – was just a brief apparition. A cloud flower.
They were wearing camouflage gear direct from central casting, and if it hadn’t been for the guns I might have laughed, not yet realizing that female laughter would soon be in short supply.
This puts him in an instructive mood, and I can see he is going to teach me something, which gentlemen are fond of doing.
What is believed in society is not always the equivalent of what is true; but as regards to a woman’s reputation, it amounts to the same thing.
And then she began to cry, and when I asked her why she was doing that, she said it was because I was to have a happy ending, and it was just like a book; and I wondered what books she’d been reading.
God is a cluster of neurons.
The only sure camouflage was unpredictability.
Walking along past the store windows, into which she peers with her usual eagerness, her usual sense that maybe, today, she will discover behind them something that will truly be worth seeing, she feels as if her feet are not on cement at all but on ice. The blade of the skate floats, she knows, on a thin film of water, which it melts by pressure and which freezes behind it. This is the freedom of the present tense, this sliding edge.
Every Canadian has a complicated relationship with the United States, whereas Americans think of Canada as the place where the weather comes from.
Love is a discipline, like prayer,” I said.
Language divides us into fragments, I wanted to be whole.
What possesses them, these young girls with a talent for self-immolation?
Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon...
Yet each flower, each twig, each pebble, shines as though illuminated from within, as once before, on her first day in the Garden. It’s the stress, it’s the adrenalin, it’s a chemical effect: she knows this well enough. But why is it built in? she thinks. Why are we designed to see the world as supremely beautiful just as we’re about to be snuffed? Do rabbits feel the same as the fox teeth bite down on their necks? Is it mercy?
The muscles of my face were beginning to hurt. Under some conditions, smiling is a workout.
She’s not extravagant or greedy, she tells herself: all she ever wanted was to be protected by layer upon layer of kind, soft, insulating money, so that nobody and nothing could get close enough to harm her.