She had her whole death ahead of her.
It was like she held a string and pulled on it just slightly to open me up. She got in, put a piece of herself inside me, and left again. In there, somewhere, I still feel it.
At times, it makes me want to stop and stay. Stay for ever.
That was when the world wasn’t so big and I could see everywhere.
Stealing is what the army does. Taking your father, and mine.
It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it had pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater.
I walk out into the foyer. It’s caked in sunshine.
I however, try to enjoy every color I see the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same.
He’d probably say that he was exercising his God-given right to stupidity.
Her fingertips are made of love. When she speaks, her voice is made of love.
God never says anything. You think you’re the only one he never answers?
So many people chased after me in that time, calling my name, asking me to take them with me. Then there was the small percentage who called me casually over and whispered with their tightend voices.
I watched the sky as it turned from silver to grey to the colour of rain. Even the clouds tried to look the other way.
When their bodies had finished scouring for gaps in the door, their souls rose up. When their fingernails had scratched at the wood and in some cases were nailed into it by the sheer force of desperation, their spirits came toward me, into my arms, and we climbed out of those shower facilities, onto the roof and up, into eternity’s certain breadth. They just kept feeding me. Minute after minute. Shower after shower.
She was holding desperately on to the words that had saved her life.
Apesadumbrada, se dio cuenta de que los relojes no suenan a nada que se parezca siquiera a un tictac, sino al ruido que hace un martillo, arriba y abajo, golpeando una y otra vez contra el suelo. El sonido de una sepultura.
If nothing else, they died fast and they were warm. The boy from the plane, I thought. The one with the teddy bear. Where was Rudy’s confort? Where was someone to alleviate this robbery of his life? Who was there to soothe him as life’s rug was snatched from under his sleeping feet?
I notice a deliberate change in my brother. He’s harder. He has a switch, and once a fight comes near, he flicks it and he is no longer my brother Rube. He’s a machine.
El silencio siempre era la mayor de las tentaciones.
Although something inside told her that this was a crime – after all, her three books were the most precious items she owned – she was compelled to see the thing lit. She couldn’t help it. I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that’s where they begin. Their great skill is their capacity to escalate.