Sunstroke and frostbite.
It was all that I could ask for and completely unexpected.
I expected demands.
He gifted me with tenderness.
I expected ego.
He let me experiment.
I expected disrespect.
He called me beautiful.
I expected him to expect perfection.
He taught me all I needed to know.
My whole life, I had thought that my story was, again and again: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he loved. But really, the story was: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and his fear ate him alive.
My name is Mr Bread.” He began writing his name neatly on the board. “But you can call me Peter.”
Suddenly there was quiet, as thirty little brains whirred.
“Pita Bread!” proclaimed a ginger-haired boy from the back.
Then I saw her smile so close to my eye that there was nothing to see but the smile and the thought came into my head that I’d never been inside a smile before. Who’d have thought being inside a smile would be so ancient and so modern both at once
18. Your life is before you. Be careful of the choices you make now that you could regret later. This regret is the subject of an old poem whose author has been forgotten. I hope you’ll never have reason to apply it to yourself.
Across the fields of yesterday,
He sometimes comes to me
A little lad just back from play-
The boy I used to be.
He looks at me so wistfully
When once he’s crept within;
It is as if he hoped to see
The man I might have been.
Some people’s self-esteem was secretly improved when they discovered that their then-lovers had killed themselves over them.
It was snowing when I got off the bus at Flax Hill. Not quite regular snowfall, not exactly a blizzard. This is how it was: The snow came down heavily, settled for about a minute, then the wind moved it – more rolled it, really – onto another target. One minute you were covered in snow, then it sped off sideways, as if a brisk, invisible giant had taken pity and brushed you down.
In a patriarchal society, one of the most important functions of the institution of the family is to make feel like a somebody whenever he is in his own yard a man who is a nobody whenever he is in his employer’s yard.
Don’t you have dragons to fight so that you started saving girls who don’t need it?