That was how the heroine of a book would play it and Diana was still writing her own story the best heroines she'd always believed took their fate into their own hands.
Elizabeth who was only partially visible to her stared out the window very much awake as though she were contemplating the end of man.
I stretched out my hand towards the little bookshelf where I kept cookery and devotional books, the most comfortable bedside reading.
I realised that one might love him secretly with no hope of encouragement, which can be very enjoyable for the young or inexperienced.
Mother didn't understand that children aren't frightened by stories; that their lives are full of far more frightening things than those contained in fairy tales.
But though it had prevailed against such fierce adversaries as fire and flood, it had fallen victim softly and swiftly to television in the 1960's.
The grief of children was unconditional, fueled by the implicit belief that it would last forever; for a child, grief was not grief unless it was eternal.
Someone dehumanises you by violating your child and every human thought you had for them is broken, undermined, then gone.
She was a tall woman with unfashionable hips and a long chestnut braid singing down her back.
If I hadn't trained Lula Ann properly she wouldn't have known to always cross the street and avoid white boys.
How does one craft happiness out of something as important, as complicated, as unrepeatable and as easily damaged as life?
dream interpretation were ways of converting our little personal miseries into big robust myths
Faith can be very very dangerous, and deliberately to implant it into the vulnerable mind of an innocent child is a grievous wrong.
A big refugee camp governed by real terror and artificially pumped-up optimism - like the bastard child of Butlins and Colditz.
There is a life behind the personality that uses personalities as masks. There are times when life puts off the mask and deep answers unto deep.
When I was a child I truly loved: Unthinking love as calm and deep As the North Sea. But I have lived, And now I do not sleep.
A child can learn what is right as easy as what is wrong and whatever impressions are made on the mind when it is plastic will remain there.
In my experience, the romance novels written about BDSM have about as much in common with actual BDSM relationships as a child playing with a jump rope.
He carefully maintained the blasé air of one who had been here before and had been incredibly well dressed that time too
Death is not a reaper, like they say, nor even a friend. It is a dark, fierce water, an inundation.
Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate." "I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow!
