My city. I pondered that phrase, wondered why Barrons felt that way. He never said โour world.โ He always said โyour world.โ But he called Dublin his city. Merely because he'd been in it so long? Or had Barrons, like me, been beguiled by her tawdry grace, fallen for her charm and colorful dualities? I looked around โmyโ bookstore. That was what I called it. Did we call the things of our heart our own, whether they were or not?
Karen Marie MoningYou could ask me to teach you.โ โHuh?โ This night is getting weird in a hurry. โTeach me like youโre teaching a class or something? What are you going to call it: โYou Too Can Be a Sociopath 101โ?โ โIt would be more like a graduate-level class.โ I start to snicker. His sense of humour sneaks up on you. Then I remember whoโs talking and bite it off.
Karen Marie MoningIf aught must be lost, โtwill be my honor for yours. If one must be forsaken, โtwill be my soul for yours. Should death come anon, โtwill be my life for yours. I am Given.
Karen Marie MoningJust saying, things ain't always bad just 'cause you don't understand 'em or ain't like 'em. That's like thinking anybody who's smarter or faster is dangerous just 'cause they got more brains or quicker feet. Ain't fair. Peeps can't help how they're born.
Karen Marie MoningIt's hard to say what makes the mind piece things together in a sudden lightning flash. I've come to hold the human spirit in the highest regard. Like the body, it struggles to repair itself. As cells fight off infection and conquer illness, the spirit, too, has remarkable resilience. It knows when it is harmed, and it knows she the harm is too much to bear. If it deems the injury too great, the spirit cocoons the wound, in the same fashion that the body forms a cyst around infection, until the time comes that it can deal with it.
Karen Marie Moning