The second message is one that I have saved for weeks. It's Otter, and he simply says, I love you.
Actually, he hadn't just complained; she'd come home from school one afternoon and found him stabbing his paperback edition with a steak knife, the tip of the blade penetrating the cover and sinking...
The smile was so painfully swift and fleeting that it was like the flash of a knife.
I wished to pour out all these thoughts to someone, but how to express that silence which is impossible to articulate, that which changes its images like clouds and rages within itself like the wind!
Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or...
I'm never reading poetry again unless it's by James Whitcomb Riley! And I went storming out of the house to try and shake off the injury done to me with words.
You're my phantom limb, Mouse. I keep looking for you. I forget. I feel stupid, Mouse. Haunt me, find me, come back from wherever you are. Be with me.
It was not a musical voice, and yet it affected him like music.
When you looked up to the sky and cried Why? sometimes the sky shrugged. Yet other times it answered with the warm assurance of linked hands. Sorry, it whispered on the wind. Sorry for all the pain...
He was having an odd paternal rush, a blood surge that was also blood and was presently hunting through Howard's expansive intelligence to find words that would more effectively express something like
You will see me, like a mountain animal, bitter little animal
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....