If I was made of cake I'd eat myself before somebody else could.
Emma DonoghueMots clés humor self child cake
What started Baby Jesus growing in Mary's tummy was an angel zoomed down, like a ghost but a really cool one with feathers. Mary was all surprised, she said, "How can this be?" and then, "OK let it be." When Baby Jesus popped out of her vagina on Christmas she put him in a manger but not for the cows to chew, only to warm him up with their blowing because he was magic.
Emma DonoghueI've been in the world three weeks and a half, I still never know what's going to hurt.
Emma DonoghueAmbition was an itch in Mary's show, a maggot in her guts.
Emma DonoghueI look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened.
Emma DonoghueThe days of my vanity are over and heaven knows they weren't happy enough to regret
Emma DonoghueBooks are the air I breathe, so I don't notice the seasons.
Emma DonoghuePeople are locked up in all sorts of ways.
Emma DonoghueMots clés inspirational
For all the books in his possession, he still failed to read the stories written plain as day in the faces of the people around him.
Emma DonoghueMots clés books stories human-nature
The crow flew closer, as if to hear its praises.
Emma DonoghueMots clés nature description birds
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