Light fell, and so did my confidence.
Willie never spoke about her childhood. I stared at the picture, shocked that she had ever been a child at all. Somehow, I imagined Willie Woodley had been born with a rusty voice and street smarts to outwit any hustler. But here she was, a sweet child with a wide smile. What had happened to the Willie in the photo? I often longed to look at childhood photos of myself, but there weren’t any.
He wrapped his arms around me and planted a kiss straight on my lips, hard and long. It felt like I was watching the kiss instead of being inside of it.
The perfect word is like the perfect camera angle. It expresses the true nature of the situation. Change the camera position slightly, and the picture tells tales.
The evening breeze floated through the open window over my desk, waltzing the curtain from side to side.
Is it good or bad that the defining items of his life can fit into one small box?
Through my own struggles I’ve learned that knowing is something that evolves. What we think we know can be quite far from the truth. If we continue to seek and ask questions, we may one day find our way into the answers, but sometimes the answers only lead t more questions.
The most dangerous adversary is the one you underestimate.
I will find you.
Fuga pledges loyalty to the “is,” not the “if.
To Fuga, the past no longer exists. The future is yet to exist. Fuga pledges loyalty to the “is,” not the “if.
We know us. They’re wrong. And don’t ever allow them to convince you otherwise. Do you understand?
Pathetic, and yet I survive. This woman closes her eyes and she is gone. I’ve wished for death since the first day, and yet I survive. Can it really be so hard to die?
Attendants and domestics have been part of Daniel’s life since birth. They fade into his background, like Franco’s security guards. They are silent witnesses, seemingly blind and deaf to all conversations and indiscretions. But they are not blind and deaf. Everything is noted.
Puri takes a deep breath. “Julia, when should a secret be kept and what should be kept a secret? If I see something that troubles me, that doesn’t feel correct, do I have the right to question it? Should I say something?
Take comfort that this silence is not yours alone, Teresa. In the fields, across the mountains, under the streets, and beneath the trees lie thousands of souls, condemned to silence. But one day, far into the future when the pain is less sharp, the voices of the dead will find harmony with the living. They will make a melody. Listen for the music, Teresa. I sing for you, my children, and for the better day I know will come.
Without fear we will never meet courage.
Paradise: If communism is Paradise, why do we need barriers, walls, and laws to keep people from escaping?
How could we expect others to feel our pain or hear our cries for help when all we could do was whisper?
Good luck comes at a price. Bad luck is free.