Tag: wood

What’s happened to you?
You mustn’t ask questions when you were a guest in someone else’s house.
It was like a dance, a crazy kind of dance.
You’re drunk now.
Have you ever been in love?
Saturday? Here? Is that all right?
He felt a curious kind of anger.
But you came back here, anyway?
Stay-up-all-night time and lie in bed half the next day.
How the hell did we get here anyway?
All you need for the rest of your life is a camera.
He held it up and studied it, surprised.
She examined this train of thought with care.
And thinking about it that way, she was frightened by her own audacity.
I’m young and strong, there isn’t anything I can’t do.
The dog’s ears straightened into sharp points.
It just didn’t add up.
He didn’t want to be taken away.
The past must not mortgage the future.
That’s what happens as you get older; everything is a long time ago.
The rush of time that passes so slowly and so fast.
The present that disappears like water over the waterfall.
The story has to start somewhere.
But I very much doubt that that could be what you’re allergic to.
She wasn’t used to being ignored.
Get it done. Whatever it is.
I need to think about this!
We haven’t really talked!
I gave you time and space, and you made your own use of it.
Don’t quit now, he tells himself.
Know thine enemy, all the best authorities advised.
What do you want me to do?