Short stories do not say this happened and this happened and this happened. They are a microcosm and a magnification rather than a linear progression. — Isobelle Carmody Copy Share Image
“We were passing the city cemetery. Adjoining it was a field occupied only by a couple of amiable and moth-eaten horses, and a grey… — Isobelle Carmody Copy Share Image
Don't you understand that wanting does not belong here, because that is what wounds, and there is never an end to it. — Isobelle Carmody Copy Share Image
Sometimes I am afraid for people like you who have to know things. Your kind will dig and hunt and worry at it until… — Isobelle Carmody Copy Share Image
My favourite mentor brother told me that there were three kinds of people: followers, leaders and scouts. Scouts are capeable of leadership, but they… — Isobelle Carmody Copy Share Image
The mirror had broken into millions of pieces and the wind blew them all over the world. If a person got a speck in… — Isobelle Carmody Copy Share Image
You are born with the yearning arrow, my Glynna, though you are not yet fully aware of it. It is not a happy thing… — Isobelle Carmody Copy Share Image
“And, for a moment, doubt flickered in me, but then I banished it, for surely nothing required courage so much as love, and I… — Isobelle Carmody Copy Share Image
“Do not say only to what a child can feel, for do you not recall how powerfully you experienced emotion as a child?"..."We do… — Isobelle Carmody Copy Share Image
Life has always been a matter of putting one's feet down carefully — Isobelle Carmody Copy Share Image
Laughter is a powerful weapon for it carries the light. To laugh is to defy the darkness. — Isobelle Carmody Copy Share Image
Impatience is not the least of your faults, Malik, it is a kind of greed and someday it may see you undone. — Isobelle Carmody Copy Share Image
