Fiction stretches our sensibilities and our understanding, as mere information never can.
Poverty is a stubborn thing: you seldom escape it with one bound.
Nothing happens, and nothing happens, and then everything happens.
A 'weakness,' I now realize, is nothing but a strength not properly developed.
Every time you open your wardrobe, you look at your clothes and you wonder what you are going to wear. What you are really saying is 'Who am I going to be today?
Much sheer effort goes into avoiding the truth; left to itself, it sweeps in like the tide.