Men love oddities when the girl is pretty enough

Now I no longer think people have precise and communicable secrets, nor exuberant and easy to recognize feelings. I don't believe it anymore.

Crying neither is it bad, you know, as long as you don't spend your entire life crying.

I don't take up the story and follow it as if it were a road, taking me somewhere... I go into it, andmove back and fort

So be smart, Helen, and live on, like everyone else, and soon-scorior we will all see spring.

I don't take up the story and follow it as if it were a road, taking me somewhere... I go into it, andmove back and forthand settle here and there, and stay in it for a while. It is mor

Harry told Larren that the important life is to be a crowd. Open your eyes and see the potential- humanity- to anyone. Notice. That would have been if he could teach Lauren. Notice.

Isn't it true that all the people I know in the world so far are hardly more than puppets for me, serving the glossy contrivings of my imagination?

Isabelle said, "Well, money that he could have done more than that, to pray for her?

What was a normal life? It was the life of the girls who worked with her, the tribute parties, the wire sheets, the kitchen batteries and the silver cutlery, that complicated female order; And, on the...

I gave him a gentle uncomprehending look in return. I am a grown-up woman now; let him unbury his own catastrophes.

Doing this was likewading and then throwing yourself into the lake for the first icy swim, in June. A sickening shock at first, then amazement thatyou were still moving, lifted up on a stream of...

and there was still a lot of soft snow in the bush. We

Dorothy, said my mother, shifting gears with an angry little spurt, and we cleared the top of the hill

Here is Dotty, pulled out of the real world and exposed to light, suspended within the splendid transparent gelatin that Hugo has spent his life learn to make. It is a number of magic, there is no...

The problem, the only problem, is my mother. And she is the one of course that I am trying to get; it is to reach her that this whole journey has been undertaken. With what purpose? To mark her off,...

At that moment our mutual sweetness was cloudless, without strategies, and our conflicts seemed unreal. A gate had opened, most likely, but we didn't cross it. {The Spanish lady}

Forgiveness in families is a mystery to me, how it comes or how it lasts.