All men have a little badness in them,' she whispered. Milo looked at her. 'Sometimes, honey... a woman can be just as evil as a man.
Don't they always go from bad to worse? There's no turning back--your old self rejects you, and shuts you out. ~Lilly Bart
The people who take society as an escape from work are putting it to its proper use; but when it becomes the thing worked for it distorts all the relations of life.
For me the greatest joy is to be able to submerge myself for a few hours every day in a human time that otherwise would be alien to me. A lifetime is not enough.
It'll be a change," says Marcus. "Something different." "Not a mystery." Marcus laughs. "No. Not a mystery. Just a nice safe history." Ah, my darling. But there is no such thing.
No one can tell the difference between a clone and a human. That's because there isn't any difference. The idea of clones being inferior is a filthy lie.
…she did not believe that the world was a vale of tears but rather a joke that God had played and that it was idiotic to take it seriously if He himself never had.
..he had found himself thinking that marriage was not merely an empty ritual. It was a plea for patience on the part of those involved, and for the mercy on the part of bystanders.
What was reckless, I decided, was the way people were writing off huge swaths of the world as unsafe, unstable, unfriendly, when all they needed to do was go and see for themselves
The house had a name. The Banana House. It was carved onto a piece of sandstone above the front door. It made no sense to anyone.
Innocence was gone from all our acts. Our habitual state of rebellion became a serious political crime.
The White House usually followed the seagull theory of management: fly in, squawk and flap and shit, and fly away.
She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking.
There is cruelty in the world Eliza, you can see that, can't you? It surrounds us. It breathes on us. We spend our life trying to escape it.
We built that Wendy House our own selves, for Wendy! And you can't keep a Wendy out of her own Wendy House!
The ultimate dead end is murder. My house is on a dead-end street, and it’s killing me. My house is so small it’s trying to suffocate me.
The headline read, Man Saves Child From Burning House, and I just have to ask: Why did that kid want to burn down the house?
Fear and hopelessness washed over her. She was looking her own mortality in the face, and it was a horrifying thing to do.
Blessings be on this house," Granny said, perfunctorily. It was always a good opening remark for a witch. It concentrated people's minds on what other things might be on this house.
I'd say the best is when I was in Africa, I saw a hippo in a house. Someone had a pet hippo. And they're meant to be one of the most dangerous animals on the planet, and they had one that was sort of just wandering in and out of their house, just sor...
To those of you who are enslaved by your past, may my story set you free. For youth is innocent and its beauty is to always be cherished.
