And I wonder what the sound of a heart breaking might be. And I think it might be quiet, unperceptively so, and not dramatic at all. Like the sound of an exhausted swallow falling gently to earth.
The choir sang and the old man sang and Drake couldn’t sing, and suddenly he began to cry because of the music, because of the sound of the boys’ voices, because of what they might turn into.
And they held on tight to that beautiful silent moment before words transported them to the realm of the ordinary, to the realm of the inarticulate and mundane.
Those left behind prayed constantly for peace but prayers came back with Return to Sender stamped all over them. Only the roll call of the dead grew.
You said I could be anything I wanted when I was older’, I said.She smiled and said, ‘And you can be. But it’s not very easy to become Jewish.”I know,’ I said forlornly, ‘I need a number.’And she suddenly stopped smiling.
Nothing stays forgotten for long, Elly. Sometimes we simply have to remind the world that we’re special and that we’re still here.
Nothing stays forgotten for long, Elly. Sometimes we simply have to remind the world that we’re still here.
Shut up, Arthur,’ said my mother, and he zipped his mouth shut like an infuriating child.Ginger started to laugh. Not at anything in particular, but just because Ginger was stoned.
Their banter was rich and comfortable, their teasing intimate and profound; their ‘I love you’ without the use of those startling words.
Emotions embarassed her except when she sang. My dad said that was exactly why she sang.
I walked out and breathed fresh air. I felt the sun on my skin. The world is a different place when you are well, when you are young. The world is beautiful and safe. I said hello to the gatekeeper. He said hello back to me.
If we can accept the laws of the universe, the ebb and flow of joy and tragedy, then we have everything we need to embrace our true freedom.
… I wrote about … my childhood, when dreams were small and attainable for all. When sweets were a penny and god was a rabbit.
… shunning all offers of help, all offers of the more practical… This was his task, he said, and it would be carried out alone. Penance, my brother reminded me, was a lonely place to be.
There was no point in tears outliving eyes, so she let them fall.
I wondered if all women did with other women was lie and hug.