What would you like in trade? An answer, a favor, a secret?” – Bast.
I am one of you. You are not alone. You are all beautiful to me.
A piece of sun that never left her. It was a bite of bread. A flower in her heart.
She’s sweet as cream and broad of beam.” – Bast.
Didn’t it deserve to be happy? Didn’t everything deserve its proper place?
She turned and began to climb the stairs. I followed her silently, appreciating the new perspective.
Generalmente, el miedo proviene de la ignorancia.
You looked too hard and didn’t see enough. Too much looking can get in the way of seeing, you see?
If I had my choice again, I would only change how fast I ran.
When you wait a few span or month to hear a finished song, the anticipation adds savor. But after a year excitement begins to sour. By now, a year and a half had passed and folk were almost mad with curiosity.
Some small rational part of me realized I was in deep shock. It repeated the fact to me again and again. I did not want to think of what I saw. I did not want to know what had happened here. I did not want to know what any of this meant.
If you have never been desperately poor, I doubt you can understand the relief I felt. For months I’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop, knowing that any small catastrophe could ruin me. But now I no longer had to live every day worrying about my next term’s tuition or the interest on Devi’s loan. I was no longer in danger of being forced out of the University.
I was so deeply in the music that I couldn’t have told you where it stopped and my blood began.
I can tell the whole thing in one breath. I trouped, traveled, loved, lost, trusted and was betrayed.
Believe it with a faith that will move mountains and shake trees.
Have you ever been annoyed and amused with yourself at the same time? It’s an interesting feeling, to say the very least.
I don’t remember starting out that morning, but I do remember trying to sleep and feeling quite alone except for a dull, bittersweet ache.
A silent bell that struck out love.
Si pretendes imponerle tu voluntad al mundo, debes controlar tu capacidad de creer.
Still there are worse things than playing in the rain.