The executioner’s argument was, that you couldn’t cut off a head unless there was a body to cut it off from: that he had never had to do such a thing before, and he wasn’t going to begin at his time of life.
The King’s argument was, that anything that had a head could be beheaded, and that you weren’t to talk nonsense.
The Queen’s argument was, that if something wasn’t done about it in less than no time she’d have everybody executed, all round.
LEWIS CARROLL
She was just sitting there, looking at the phone as if she didn’t have anything else to do. But she didn’t have anything else to do. There was an echoing hollowness inside her - not hunger - it was in her chest, not her stomach, an empty hollowness locked inside her rib cage. Like an empty house.
CYNTHIA VOIGT
You’ve got to honor the differences, or what’s similar would be useless to you.
CYNTHIA VOIGT
“Say something,” she insisted.
Every painful beat of Jeff’s heart was saying something - Mommy - but he couldn’t speak.
“Then at least sit back and let me look at you.” She held both of his hands in both of hers and sat staring at him. He stared back. “Well, what do you think of me?” she finally asked.
“Beautiful,” Jeff said. His voice croaked a little, so he cleared his throat and said it again. “You’re so beautiful.”
CYNTHIA VOIGT
