If God has nothing better to do than punish schoolgirls for a bit of tomfoolery, then I've no use for God.

She hadn’t meant to get trapped in a conversation. That was the trouble with offering help to old people.

Without further warning, the sky opens up and cries.

Goodbye," I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.

You evah hear of a magic screw?' I cough back a laugh. 'No. No, sir.

How terrible it is to have no cares, no longings. I do not fit. I feel too deeply and want too much. As cages go, it is a gilded one, but I shall not live well in it or any cage for that matter.

How can my ankles and arms be obscene?