I couldn't for the life of me figure out how long a person had to live, or how good she had to be, to get her hands on some treasure.
Haven KimmelI sensed weeping and salvation in the air, two of my least favorite things.
Haven KimmelHe did know: he knew her right away, and he felt known by her, and that was where the trouble really began...She could have been exotic or worldly or a Valkyrie and it would have meant nothing to him. But that Alice saw him―that was a feeling Amos had never experienced before, and it felt like a revelation and also like a virus.
Haven KimmelBut you can't ever live in the place you dream about, the town you long for. ...the moment you become conscious of your desire, and then fulfill it, it evaporates.
Haven KimmelHow is it possible, she thought, that a person can drive a thinking, feeling, animal to slaughter and not become less than an animal himself?
Haven KimmelThe pigs were pushing their noses through the slats in the truck bed, which made Langston so unaccountably sad she thought she would have to sit down on the sidewalk. How is it possible, she thought, that a person can drive a thinking, feeling, animal to slaughter and not become less than an animal himself? And what were the pigs searching for, after all, but air and freedom?
Haven KimmelThere are people in this world so perfect that the fact of them seems like a personal gift...
Haven KimmelMots clés people a-girl-named-zippy
He's no John Walton.
Haven KimmelMots clés insults
Honey, I know you like to take a drink, and that's all right, but be forewarned that I ain't your maid and I ain't your punching-bag, and if you ever raise your hand to me you'd best kill me. Because otherwise I'll wait till you're asleep; sew you into the bed; and beat you to death with a frying pan.
Haven KimmelMots clés zippy a-girl-named-zippy haven-kimmel
You could buy individual boxes of detergent and fabric softener, even bleach, and there was nothing that made me grind my teeth with pleasure more than a real thing shrunken down small. The first time my dad showed me a toothache kit from a box of equipment from the Korean War and I saw the tiny cotton balls (the size of very small ball bearings), I nearly swooned. "Let me hold one of those," I said, almost mad at him. He gave it to me with a tiny pair of tweezers. I let it float in my palm a moment and then made him take it back. Miniaturization was a gift from God, no doubt about it, and there it was, right in a vending machine in the place we used to do our laundry.
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