... people misunderstood death, they died not of too little life but of too much life, that as the skin withered and… — Dorothy Gilman Copy Share Image
Hell is more like boredom, or not having enough to do, and too much time to contemplate one's deficiencies. — Dorothy Gilman Copy Share Image
“I wasn't offering her pity," Mrs. Caswell said impatiently. "Tragedies don't interest me, tragedies and heartbreaks are all alike, what matters is how a… — Dorothy Gilman Copy Share Image
“Do you like Magda too?” His gaze left the gate to sweep the courtyard. “She seems pleasant enough when she’s not drugged. But then… — Dorothy Gilman Copy Share Image
“If life was like a body of water, she had asked that she be allowed to walk again in its shallows; instead she had… — Dorothy Gilman Copy Share Image
will anything but fanaticism make for change? Wisdom and compromise come later. — Dorothy Gilman Copy Share Image
“...why doesn't anything end happily?" "Because," said Mrs. Pollifax slowly, "there are no happy endings, Jenny, there are only happy people.” — Dorothy Gilman Copy Share Image
It's when we're given choice that we sit with the gods and design ourselves. — Dorothy Gilman Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time, [the guru] said, when God had finished making the world, he wanted to leave behind Him for man a piece… — Dorothy Gilman Copy Share Image
