“Why don’t we give her a crumb or two of that?""For the same reason that I do not try to pull a thread free from a cobweb and use it to darn my socks," growled Grandible. "Pull on a thread, and you pull on the whole web. And then out come the spiders . . .”
“Pull a thread in my story and feel the tremor half a world and two millenia away.”
“I wanted to pull the thread, unravel the scarf of my silence and start again from the beginning.”
“I’m just saying there are threads, okay? Threads in our lives. You pull one, and everything else gets affected.”
“There are threads in our lives. You pull one, and everything else gets affected.”
“I threaded my fingers into her hair and kissed her, leaving her no opportunity to think about what we were doing. I wanted her to feel what I felt. To revel in the pull, the attraction. Dammit, I wanted her to undeniably love me.”