Who is John Galt?

What am I doing in this eternal winter?

We wear the purple

This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing throat;...

The aesthetic and the agonistic are one, according to the ancient Greeks.

Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we're disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare, and no one ends up remembering the person he wrote Sonnet Fifty-five abo...

Once upon a time, when men and women hurtled through the air on metal wings, when they wore webbed feet and walked on the bottom of the sea, learning the speech of whales and the songs of the dolphins...

Oh, I can never get enough, he said. Which, incidentally, is what your sister said to me when - The carriage door flew open. A hand shot out, grabbed Will by the back of the shirt, and hauled him insi...

Jon wanted nothing more. , he had to tell himself, . The realization twisted in his belly like a knife. They had chosen him to rule. The Wall was his, and their lives were his as well. he could hear...

It's not a nice thing to send a penis to a woman. It's disrespectful.

It's dangerous being free, but most come to like the taste o' it,

It is often said that what sets Shakespeare apart is his ability to illuminate the workings of the soul and so on, and he does that superbly, goodness knows, but what really characterizes his work - e...

I've always admired people who give accurate directions, and the tribe is small.

I saw exactly one picture of Marx and one of Lenin in my whole stay, but it's been a long time since ideology had anything to do with it. Not without cunning, Fat Man and Little Boy gradually mutated...

He stepped down, avoiding any long look at her as one avoids long looks at the sun, but seeing her as one sees the sun, without looking.

Apollo nodded and Dionysus bowed to the room, sweeping his arms out to the sides with a flourish. And then he was gone.I shook my head. Okay. Who else thinks he was high as a kite?Hands went up across...

A hand touched my shoulder, shaking me. I was back on the bus. It was dark and warm and I just wanted to sleep, but Chloe kept shaking my shoulder. she whispered.

A collective insanity seemed to have seized the nation and turned them into something worse than beasts. The princess de Lamballe, Marie Antoinette's intimate friend, was literally torn to pieces; her...

A SMALL ANNOUNCEMENT *** ABOUT RUDY STEINERHe didn't deserve to die the way he did.

Cupid said. Great, Jason said. Now he's spouting greeting card messages.