Was love then like a bag of assorted sweets passed around from which one might choose more than once? Some might sting the tongue, some invoke night perfume. Some had centers as bitter as gall, some blended honey and poison, some were quickly swallowed. And among the common bull’s eyes and peppermints a few rare ones; one or two with deadly needles at the heart, another that brought calm and gentle pleasure. Were his fingers closing on that one?
E Annie Proulx, The Shipping News
Tags: book, E Annie Proulx, Love, quote, The Shipping News
April 18, 2009 at 7:45 am |
I loved that book. I make up headlines about myself all the time.
April 19, 2009 at 11:30 am |
Me too!
April 20, 2009 at 4:21 am |
God, The Shipping News. One of my utter favourites. BTW, I think I may have found my equivalent this weekend… it begs the question, Woo – have you found yours? xXx
April 20, 2009 at 12:20 pm |
Oooh, right, I shall be straight over to hear the weekend’s update.