From the age of twelve I knew I was in a life and death match, winning every time I finished a new story, threatened with extinction on those days I did not write.
Viridiana Trujilloцитирапреди 7 години
She had snapped her hand back, hoping he hadn’t heard the movement of her silent reaching.
Viridiana Trujilloцитирапреди 7 години
The lungs did not rest but were exercised as if she were a drowned person and she herself performing artificial respiration to keep the last life going.
Viridiana Trujilloцитирапреди 7 години
If only he could speak with her and she to him tonight, how good the night might be, and how easy to breathe and how lax the vessels of blood in her ankles and in her wrists and the under-arms,
Viridiana Trujilloцитирапреди 7 години
and the eighth died in love
Viridiana Trujilloцитирапреди 7 години
How talented was death
Viridiana Trujilloцитирапреди 7 години
the twenty-second was never loved
Viridiana Trujilloцитирапреди 7 години
In order for a thing to be horrible it has to suffer a change you can recognize
Viridiana Trujilloцитирапреди 7 години
Once in a lifetime anyway, it’s nice to make a mistake if you think it’ll do somebody some good,