Since each of us was copied at some point from a normal person, there must be, for each of us, somewhere out there, a model getting on with his or her life.
I believe I have many feelings. The more I observe, the more feelings become available to me.
Hello, Josie.’ Rick, looking up at us, had on a cautious smile. ‘I heard this rumour we might be friends again.
But what is the sense in forever speculating what might have happened had such and such a moment turned out differently.
Fences, what are they? Stage design. That’s the nice thing about England. Hedges give a sense of history properly set down in the land.
Mr Capaldi pensava che dentro Josie non ci fosse niente di tanto speciale da non poter esser proseguito. Diceva alla Madre che aveva cercato dappertutto e non l’aveva mai trovato. Ma adesso credo che non cercasse nel posto giusto. C’era invece qualcosa di molto speciale, ma non era dentro Josie. Era dentro quelli che l’amavano.
Crystal Eaters by Shane Jones Machines Like Me by Ian McEwan The Memory Police by Yoko Ogawa 1984 by George Orwell A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki The Overstory by Richard Powers The Farm by Joanne Ramos The Ministry for the Future by Kim Stanley Robinson Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw.
Then she continued to walk away.
And yet Arthur charged us at all times to spare the innocents caught in the clatter of war. More, sir, he commanded us to rescue and give sanctuary when we could to all women, children and elderly, be they Briton or Saxon. On such actions were bonds of trust built, even as battles raged.
In fact, it is probably this very quality of Shintaro’s – this sense that he has remained somehow unscathed by things – which has led me to enjoy his company more and more over these recent years.
There was Ruth, lying on her side across my rug, peering at the spines of the cassettes in the low light, and then the Judy Bridgewater tape was in her hands.
The kitchen was especially difficult to navigate because so many of its elements would change their relationships to one another moment by moment.
Though you must understand, it’s still work in progress. And it’s not always easy for a layperson to understand the way these things slowly take shape.
I was an engineer, never a scientist.
The Giant, once buried, now stirs.
And I could see the weariness in the boy AF’s walk, and wondered what it might be like to have found a home and yet to know that your child didn’t want you. Until I saw this pair it hadn’t occurred to me that an AF could be with a child who despised him and wanted him gone, and that they could nevertheless carry on together.
The way you’re always willing to give people a decent chance. That’s a good trait.
People who love one another are brought together, even after many years.
I remember Laura was demonstrating to me an especially disgusting way of blowing your nose for when you really wanted to put off a boy.
Never mind the red-haired woman, Axl. It’s what else we’re not remembering.
Josie, on the other side of Rick from me, took Rick’s hand and entwined her fingers with his. She smiled at him encouragingly, but also, I thought, a little sadly. Rick returned the smile, and I wondered if they were exchanging secret messages just with their gazes.