Everyone has a right to love the land that gave them the things they need to live. It gives them beauty to look at, and food to eat, and neighbors to bicker with and then eventually to marry. But I think... that your own devotion to your familiar hom...
Birds know themselves not to be at the center of anything, but at the margins of everything. The end of the map. We only live where someone's horizon sweeps someone else's. We are only noticed on the edge of things; but on the edge of things, we noti...
Of course. You get everything from books.
What had survived - maybe all that had survived of Trism - was Liir's sense of him. A catalog of impressions that arose from time to time, unbidden and often upsetting. From the sandy smell of his sandy hair to the locked grip of his muscles as they ...
This is what fun is like," said Rain, almost to herself.
Do good though, will you?" She blinked brightly at the green girl. "If not for your parents or your grandmother, then for me?
Maybe that's what growing up means, in the end - you go far enough in the direction of - somewhere - and you realise that you've neutered the capacity of the term home to mean anything. [...] We don't get an endless number of orbits away from the pla...
It appears history is going to keep happening, despite our hopes for retirement.
There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's.
They'd never been lovers, of course, not in the physical sense. But they'd been lovers as most of us manage, loving through expressions and gestures and the palm set softly upon the bruise at the necessary moment. Lovers by inclination rather than by...
To read, even in the half-dark, is also to call the lost forward.
My job is to protect you, Lady Glinda even if you are loosing your mind.
Don't wish,"said Rain, "don't start. Wishing only...
Well, I learned to cook. At my age," she told him. "What's next? Art therapy? Anyway, I've had quite a time of it this summer, and who knows what eases down on any road. Come, Rain. A quick goodbye, and off you go." "Goodbye," said Rain to the Lion, ...
But so often, before words can rise to the mind to imply the ineffable, the ineffable has effed off.
