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The best thing she was, was her children.

Clever, but schoolteacher beat him anyway to show him that definitions belonged to the definers - not the defined.

HIGGINS [aggrieved] Do you mean that my language is improper?MRS HIGGINS. No, dearest: it would be quite proper - say on a canal barge...

It was funny if you looked at it right quick, but it got pitiful if you thought about it awhile.

But any man who walks in the way of power and property is bound to meet hate.

When a child asks you something, answer him, for goodness’ sake. But don’t make a production of it.

So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

Mom and Dad liked to make a big point about never surrendering to fear or to prejudice or to the narrow-minded conformist sticks-in-the-mud who tried to tell everyone else what was proper.

There was old sex in the room and loneliness, and expectation, of something without a shape or name. I remember that yearning, and was never the same as the hands that were on us there and then, in the small of the back, or out back, in the parking lot, or in the television room with the sound turned down and only the pictures flickering over lifting flesh. We yearned for the future How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability?

In front of us, to the right, is the store where we order dresses. Some people call them habits, a good word for them. Habits are hard to break.

let us sleep," he said and he felt the long light body, warm against him, comforting against him, abolishing loneliness against him, magically, by a simple touching of flanks, of shoulders and of feet, making an alliance against death with him.

History ... is a nightmare from which I am trying to wake.

He felt himself, and did not want to be anyone else. All he wanted now was to be better than before.

Linda was nine then, as I was, but we were in love. And it was real. When I write about her now, three decades later, it's tempting to dismiss it as a crush, an infatuation of childhood, but I know for a fact that what we felt for each other was as deep and rich as love can ever get. It had all the shadings and complexities of mature adult love, and maybe more, because there were not yet words for it, and because it was not yet fixed to comparisons or chronologies or the ways by which adults measure such things.

Many families remain for years in the same place, though both husband and wife are sick of it, simply because there is neither complete division nor agreement between them.

Every one needs to talk to some one," the woman said. "Before we had religion and other nonsense. Now for every one there should be some one to whom one can speak frankly, for all the valor that one could have one becomes very alone.

I flamed amazement

It is perfectly clear. Mr. Owen is one of us.…

Good. I go. And if thou dost not love me, I love thee enough for both.

Love..." she repeated slowly, in a musing voice, and suddenly, while disentangling the lace, she added: "The reason I dislike this word because it means such a great deal to me, far more than you can understand.