compressed into boxes, packed in sawdust,... trussed up in sacks, roped up like hams...
Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human CadaversThere are no windows within the dark house of depression through which to see others, only mirrors.
Swing Low: A LifeShe was becoming sad. There is no joy involved in following others' expectations of yourself
Swing LowBeing remembered, and remembered so kindly, touched him more than he would have thought possible.
The Midnight HeirThat was the last cruel irony of Tobias’s life: that he doomed the woman he would have died to save.
The Lost HerondaleReligion ist nichts anderes als die Lehre davon, wie man frei von Erkenntnis gehorcht [...].
SpieltriebWhat if everything you believe is wrong and you could still be loved and still be forgiven?
Saving Raphael SantiagoI might be 30 years old, but a girl never outgrows the need for her mother.
The Shop on Blossom StreetI thought she had a good heart, though not much respectability- or maybe it was because of that.
Precious Bane