It is only the rooms of the present I wish to inhabit.
Beauty comes to us more readily on a full belly.
I thought of the old proverb: Where there are three physicians, there are two atheists.
The recitation of grievances was strange balm.
...it was my father who had taught me to love books for themselves, the smell of the vellum and paper, the rare authority of the pages. "Here, do you see this marvelous book, the skins of 182 sheep," he once pronounced as he slapped his hand down on ...
Yet there in the library, Hamish and I climbed the bright ladder of the body, as if it were sky and we a deafening. twisting flock of birds that could never fall to earth.
The impetuous wind can ignite the fire or put it out.
I felt that I was burning underwater.
