Mercy is naked
and Grace is deranged.
They’re complicated, simple
and appallingly strange.
Mercy and Grace
are on a midnight ride
away from Rage and Violence… 178 more words
I felt that afternoon such complete trust when she said to me suddenly, without being questioned, 'I've never loved anybody or anything as I do you.' It was as if, sitting there in the chair with a half-eaten sandwhich in her hand, she was abandoning herself as quickly as she had done, five minutes back, on the hardwood floor. 252 more words
This blog post is prompted by the news that Shirley Hazzard died this past December at age 85.
It’s kind of funny to me that I read this book without ever having read Graham Greene (though he’s long been on my radar, and I’m a fan of the film… 758 more words