Desolation, desolation, I owe so much to desolation.
We used to call it her Cinderella complex, because often when she had agreed to go out in the evening she would be seized by panic and announce that she had nothing to wear.
The great thing about a short story is that it doesn't have to trawl through someone's whole life; it can come in glancingly from the side.
There are some tales not for telling, whether because they are too long, too precious, too laughable, too painful, too easy to need telling or too hard to explain. After all, after years and travels my secrets are all I have left to chew on in the night.
Ma's still nodding. "You're the one who matters, though. Just you. " I shake my head till it's wobbling because there's no just me.
Writing is nearly always a matter of finding whatever your brain needs to trick it into being creative, and in my case, a tiny little bit of fact just seems to work.
It’s called mind over matter. If we don’t mind, it doesn’t matter. ” When a bit of me hurts, I always mind.
[Motherhood] is an incredibly huge challenge. You need support. You need resources. You need access to childcare and good safe schools.
I think that Donald Trump just loves to say anything he wants no matter how crazy or untrue it might be and just keep repeating it. And he thinks that that's going to be fine. And for a lot of people, it is, so it seems to be working for him.
Treasures are not won by care and forethought but by swift slaying and reckless attack.
My gaze flew to him once more,noting the cigarette he set down even as he exhaled a long plume of white. "Why are you lying there smoking while I'm chained to a wall?"I demanded. The look he gave me was a mixture of relief and cynicism. "Since it seems you don't remember anything about the past two days,let me assure you,luv-I earned that smoke.