How little we have, I thought, between us and the waiting cold, the mystery, death--a strip of beach, a hill, a few walls of wood or stone, a little fire--and tomorrow's sun, rising and warming us, tomorrow's hope of peace and better weather . . . Wh...
Well you’re not scary.” He chuckled. Clover grinned at her feet. “I s’pose could be.” She said in a low voice. This took Bailey by surprise, and he stopped rubbing the stone. “Whaddaya mean? What’s scary about you?” He asked, chucking...
Journey’s end In western lands beneath the Sun The flowers may rise in Spring, The trees may bud, the waters run, The merry finches sing. Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night, And swaying branches bear The Elven-stars as jewels white Amid their bran...
First time since I come to Am'rica, I not with husband or Rekha or in restaurant or store or car or apartment. I's all alone and I loves it. First time I feel everything not borrow. What I mean by that? When I with the husband, I seeing everything th...
So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time. But when the pollen again gilded the sun and sifted down on the world she began to stand around the gate and expect things. What things? She didn't know exactly. Her breath was gusty ...
The have influence, but no power." "In my experience, influence is power.
I am the sun... And the air...
It is the thinnest lines that define us.
The sun was deaf'nin' so high up, yay, it roared an' time streamed from it.
To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.
Real popular culture is folk art - coalminers' songs and so forth.
Jack, you've debauched my sloth.
A soul can weigh a thousand suns or nothing at all.
Love, even when pledged, isn't enough.
..and she a star, to outshine all the suns of mans days.
He's the only stable thing in the swirling chaos.
Well, sometimes home is a person.
Like a stalker. An obsessed stalker. An obsessed, vampire stalker
How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!
Too old for dolls. Too ill for tablets.
Mothers burning inside the risen suns of their children.
