I had 3 brothers, 2 died early, and one of them was living a good long time.
Your twisting is done--you have the last thread of my heart. I wonder: when the thread grows slack, will you feel it?
I'll burn myself, or I'll cut myself. For a burn or a cut might be shown, might be nursed, might scar or heal, would be a miserable kind of emblem; would anyway be there, on the surface of her body, rather than corroding it from within. Now the thought came to her again, that she might scar herself in some way. It came, like the solution to a problem: I won't be doing it like some hysterical girl. I won't be hoping she'll come catch me at it. It won't be like lying on the sitting-room floor. I'll be doing it for myself, as a secret.
She supposed that houses, after all - like the lives that were lived in them - were mostly made of space. It was the spaces, in fact, which counted, rather than the bricks.
I suppose I really seemed mad, then; but it was only through the awfulness of having said nothing but the truth, and being thought to be deluded.
We have a name for your disease. We call it a hyper-aesthetic one. You have been encouraged to over-indulge yourself in literature; and have inflamed your organs of fancy.
What does it say?" I said, when I had. She said, "It is filled with all the words for how I want you. . . Look.
Ay Rios, you want to fight at 140? We can fight at 140. You're chubby, I just seen you in Vegas, you were chubby, your ears were chubby.
Please tell me the cave just had a little indigestion. (Kat)
I will always think of myself as that girl that is 22 starting and really excited about everything and wanting to be amazing at everything. I always wanted to be the best stylist. That was it.
If you are going to walk with Jesus Christ, you are going to be opposed. . . In our days, to be a true Christian is really to become a scandal.