Freedom is contagious. That's why despots fear it so much.
The death penalty is being applied in the United States as a fatal lottery.
Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.
I must confess, I was born at a very early age.
Writers like Jack Kerouac (who called himself an urban Thoreau) set forth to redefine and rediscover ways to live in America without slogging through what Kerouac called the endless system of work, pr...
Take your best orgasm, multiply the feeling by twenty, and you're still fuckin miles off the pace
You are safe, Lorraine. You will always be safe from me. You are the one person in this world I could never harm for any reason.
Well, I say brightly, we’re getting on splendidly, aren’t we? Glad to see you’re all becoming friends over your mutually violent desires.
We cannot help where we are born or how we are raised, Tel Hesani said. But we can reject the twisted beliefs of those around us if we need to. Our loved ones and elders don't always know what is best...
We Are Lovable
The speech of God’s beautiful woman is a fountain of life to those around her.
The distant sea, lapping the sandy shore with measured sound; the nearer cries of the donkey-boys; the unusual scenes moving before her like pictures, which she cared not in her laziness to have fully...
The better you look, the more you see.
The barber ran to the broken window, and saw Gavroche, who was running with all his might towards the Saint Jean market. On passing the barber's shop, Gavroche, who had the two children on his mind, c...
So now get up.'Felled, dazed, silent, he has fallen; knocked full length on the cobbles of the yard. His head turns sideways; his eyes are turned toward the gate, as if someone might arrive to help hi...
She shook off his grip. I am what I am, and I don't particularly care what you think of me. Well, I care what you think of me. I care enough that I stayed at this disgusting party for you. And I care...
She felt intense disappointment, even a kind of guilt, as if she had missed something, perhaps forever. He had been there, she could have spoken to him. Could she call out now, cry his name? It was im...
Queer, how I misinterpreted the designations of doom.
Ooo ahe-e, I aya oa a, she said in yawnspeak, a language - not unlike Hawaiian - known for its paucity of consonants.
Nice hammer, Harlow said from behind me. Hey, I said, glancing around casually to see if Winnie was with her. Nice shiner. You should see the other chick, she muttered. Can we talk? Setting down my ha...