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secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization.
when the world was young it knew only seven things: water, life and death, salt, night, birds, and the length of an hour.
“The world is a slow learner,”
There is no better teacher of rough necessity than bad luck,
her heart hiding behind her ribs.
Did everything that had magic have teeth?
The winter moon looked in at her, stroking her hair with a silver hand.
the house moved in its sleep around her,
morality is more dependent on the state of one’s stomach than of one’s nation.”
I savor bitterness—it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.
“Paws off, gun-goblin! My insides; my property!
You cannot punish someone unless you wish to forgive them,
Critics, my darling, are never happy unless they are crushing something underfoot.
Curses haven’t much sticking power, geographically speaking.
Blushing is for virgins and Christians!”
listen like your ears are bottomless!
Blue is for cruel bargains; green is for daring what you oughtn’t; violet is for brute force. I will say to you: Coral coaxes; pink insists; red compels.
A bashful winter’s noontime showed only its modest ankle before slipping into darkness again.
I forgot softness because it did not serve me.”
Marya Morevna carried her secret like a child. Her heart grew fat with it, for secrets are the favorite food of the heart.
After love, no one is what they were before.
She was crying, not out of her eyes but out of her hungry bones.
Nadya’s scowl is so severe even winter leaves her well enough alone.
watches the stars spell out the words of a long poem from the warmth of her bed.
remembering is like eating, don’t you think? Gobble up the past to keep warm.
no one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough,
choosing is hard—one choice is never the end of the story.
Why should he be spared?” “Someone ought to be.”
This world has such strange stories to tell!
