Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villians... And magic itself is neither good nor bad; it is intent that makes it either.
Poseidon grinned. You're doing well with those new cabins, by the way. I suppose this means I can claim all those other sons and daughters of mine and send you some siblings next summer.Ha-ha.Poseidon...
Politically progressive black people on the Left who are not nationalist, like myself, share a perspective that promotes the eradication of white supremacy, the de-centering of the West, redressing of...
Polite?I said, less than radiant with joy. She smiled. I don't mean it that way, she said. Not being polite. Respectful polite. You give people their space. I really like that. It's unusual
Police and prosecutors are morally and professionally obligated to make every effort to identify specious rape reports, safeguard the civil rights of rape suspects, and prevent the falsely accused fro...
Poi un giorno il cane non si presentò.Neville entrò in agitazione. Si era talmente abituato a quelle visite da trasformarle nel centro della sua routine quotidiana, che aveva riorganizzato intorno ai...
Please don’t be dismayed if you feel you are not already living a life that glorifies God! He never sheds light on our weaknesses or shortcomings for the sake of condemnation (Rom. 8:1). God makes us...
Picasso. He whispers like a priest. Picasso. Who saw the truth. Who painted the truth, moulded it, ripped from the earth with two angry hands.
Laurie Halse Anderson
Phyllida's hair was where her power resided. It was expensively set into a smooth dome, like a band shell for the presentation of that long-running act, her face.
Phillipa blew out her breath. Running a finger along the soft flower petals, she unfolded the note. For Phillipa, she read to herself, She snorted.
Personal humiliation was painful. Humiliation of one's family was much worse. Humiliation of one's social status was agony to bear. But humiliation of one's nation was the most excruciating of human m...
Orson Scott Card
Perhaps one of the hardest remedies to accept for our pain of becoming is that wherever we are in our path—no matter how flawed or incomplete—is a blossoming unto itself.
Perché per me l’unica gente possibile sono i pazzi, quelli che sono pazzi di vita, pazzi per parlare, pazzi per essere salvati, vogliosi di ogni cosa allo stesso tempo, quelli che mai sbadigliano o di...