You could at least complain,” I say. “I adore complaining. It calms the nerves. Franny Billingsley More Quotes by Franny Billingsley More Quotes From Franny Billingsley Blast Cecil!” said Eldric. “You have my permission,” I said. Franny Billingsley blastpermissionsaid Perhaps you should put your head down.” I knew this was the thing to do, although I’ve never fainted and I don’t intend to. Franny Billingsley things-to-doshould Boxing’s not that straightforward,” said Eldric. “You can practice and practice, but the real experience will always be different. Lots of things are like that, actually. Franny Billingsley boxingrealpractice I am entirely well,” said Eldric, “which has Dr. Rannigan exploring first one theory, then another, trying to understand. But not being a man of science, I don’t care about understanding. I simply want to go outside and break a few windows. Franny Billingsley understandingtryingmen He scooped up my arm, swung me round. “Let go, Cecil,” I said. “I’ve a strange dislike of being forced.” “But Briony,” he said, “I’m so full of good spirits. I could walk to London, I think!” Why didn’t he? Franny Billingsley armsletting-gothinking We laughed a lot and I grew warmer still, lovely and warm. I do realize that some of that warmth was due to the wine, but there was much more to it than that. There are two distinct aspects to Communion wine: one aspect is the wine itself, the other is the idea of communion. Wine is certainly warming, but communion is a great deal more so. Franny Billingsley winetwoideas I hated myself, but I also loved myself in a hateful way. Franny Billingsley hatefulhatedway I've confessed to everything and I's liked to be hanged. Now, if you please Franny Billingsley pleaseifs The beach has a language of its own, with its undulating ribbons of silt, the imponderable hieroglyphs of bird tracks. The receding waves catch on innumerable holes in the sand. Bubbles form and fade. A new language, with a new alphabet. Franny Billingsley trackbirdbeach If you don't argue, you can't give in. Franny Billingsley ifsarguinggiving Imagine a world without shadows. You cannot touch a shadow, but a world without them is a hard world, and flat. Franny Billingsley imagineshadowworld I don't mean to be ungrateful but if someone's out there answering prayers, mine's not at the top of the list Franny Billingsley ungratefulprayermean It's the picnic principle. Things taste better outdoors. And if it's a forbidden thing, so much the better. Franny Billingsley picnicstasteprinciples It is true that I can trip over anything and nothing – a speck of dust, a patch of sunlight, an idea. I move through life like a person with one eye, through a landscape that looks flat, but is really tricked out with hidden depths and shallows. It didn’t use to be so, but no matter. I navigate the world well enough in my own way. Franny Billingsley eyeideasmoving It wasn't quite a question. It was more of an invitation to tell him whatever I chose. Eldric game me a choice, and it was this that made me want to tell him everything. Franny Billingsley choicesgameswant It's one thing to keep secrets. It's quite another to lie. Franny Billingsley one-thingsecretlying A poem doesn’t come out and tell you what it has to say. It circles back on itself, eating its own tail and making you guess what it means. Franny Billingsley circlestailsmean It's strange how a person can have a distinct distaste for herself, but still she clutches on to life. Franny Billingsley clutchstrangepersons I don't know what it is, but I ache for it each day. It's as though I have eyes, but there are colors I cannot see. As though I have ears, but there's a range of notes I cannot hear. Franny Billingsley coloreach-dayeye I was asking about lust, wasnʼt I? I was fairly certain of it. But isnʼt love supposed to come before lust? It does in the dictionary. Franny Billingsley lustaskingdoe
