He waved to the city and said good-bye. The city responded by carrying on the way it always did, traffic moving forward uninterrupted, without slowing, as if it were trying to demonstrate its permanence and show him it would still be there if he ever wanted to return. That promise was the best and only thing he could ask of it.
You are stronger than me," Asa says. "And in bravery and strength, there is a kind of beauty. - Matthew J. Kirby
You are stronger than me," Asa says. "And in bravery and strength, there is a kind of beauty.
- Matthew J. Kirby
You can never trust anyone once you've had to trap them in a cage. - Matthew J. Kirby
You can never trust anyone once you've had to trap them in a cage.
He waved to the city and said good-bye. The city responded by carrying on the way it always did, traffic moving forward uninterrupted, without slowin… - Matthew J. Kirby
He waved to the city and said good-bye. The city responded by carrying on the way it always did, traffic moving forward uninterrupted, without slowin…
Never trust a storyteller," he says. "We're all of us liars. - Matthew J. Kirby
Never trust a storyteller," he says. "We're all of us liars.
Clockwork could not run counter to its nature. The seconds, minutes, and hours moved only forward. Patient, precise, and unstoppable. Memory was an i… - Matthew J. Kirby
Clockwork could not run counter to its nature. The seconds, minutes, and hours moved only forward. Patient, precise, and unstoppable. Memory was an i…
In life, the hardest decisions often have to be made more than once. But each time, it gets easier. - Matthew J. Kirby
In life, the hardest decisions often have to be made more than once. But each time, it gets easier.
Sometimes, when we want something so badly, we fear failure more than we fear being without that thing. - Matthew J. Kirby
Sometimes, when we want something so badly, we fear failure more than we fear being without that thing.
One cannot apologize for one's nature. - Matthew J. Kirby
One cannot apologize for one's nature.
In the early morning hours, Hannah read at the table by the dim light of dawn. She leaned in close to the pages, chin resting on her folded arms, eye… - Matthew J. Kirby
In the early morning hours, Hannah read at the table by the dim light of dawn. She leaned in close to the pages, chin resting on her folded arms, eye…
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