We never really know what might be beside us or ahead, but most days we walk as if we do.
The pinpoint flame of anger and grief becomes a hot needle, then a hot knife. It melts the frost that binds her lips. It melts the sea in her eyesss. (from uncorrected galley)
A nursery rhyme shapes your bones and nerves, and it shapes your mind. They are powerful, nursery rhymes, and immensely old, and not toys, even though they are for children. " "But they make no sense!" Summer protested "Ah, well," said Ben. "Sometimes sense hides behind walls. You must find a window and stick your head right in before you can see it.
In her dance, she controlled the bright paper birds with invisible wires and threads. She played the human: heavy, tied to earth. Her dances weren't pretty or delightful, but they were magical, [. . . ] They called her a dancer and a puppeteer and an artist. They might have called her a witch, and not the good kind either.
Sometimes sense hides behind walls. You must find a window and stick your head right in before you can see it.
Leigh Whannell
Nat Turner
Craig Chaquico
Joe Dugan
Cenk Uygur
Leonard Boswell
Vinoba Bhave
Violeta Parra
Kurmanbek Bakiyev
Budd Hopkins
Achim Steiner
Stacy London
