There was a soft chiming sound, which meant, tragedy of tragedies, the angel had just popped himself up onto the countertop. So, what are we doing tonight? Wait, let me guess, sitting in morose silenc...

There are considerable mysteries surrounding the strange values that Nature's actual particles have for their mass and charge. For example, there is the unexplained 'fine structure constant' ... gover...

The gods heard my prayer, she thought. She felt so numb and dreamy. My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

The better you look, the more you see.

That was seven years ago. The doctors told her father the memory would fade, like the big messy scar on her arm, but neither ever did.

Soft power is quiet persistence.

She realized she'd never felt this happy.even at her old school, she had been an outsider, always the lonely girl,the one who stayed at home watching tv on Saturday nights while her friends went to pa...

No one is ever the villain of their own story.

No enemies had ever taken Ankh-Morpork. Well technically they had, quite often; the city welcomed free-spending barbarian invaders, but somehow the puzzled raiders found, after a few days, that they d...

Let me tell you a little story. You may have heard it before.It's a story about a butcher named Barry.Once upon a time, in central city, there was a butcher named Barry. Barry loved to chop up meat mo...

Lea stood upon a fallen log ahead of us, staring ahead. Mouse walked up to her.Gggrrrr rawf arrrgggrrrrarrrr, I said.Mouse gave me an impatient glance, and somehow--I don't know if it was something in...

Katherine of Aragon was speaking out for the women of the country, for the good wives who should not be put aside just because their husbands had taken a fancy to another, for the women who walked the...

It was one of God's jokes that such a dumb mind had been put in such an eloquent body.

It might be most dramatically effective to begin the tale at the moment when Arnold Baffin rang me up and said, Bradley, could you come round here please, I think I have just killed my wife.

It has nothing to do with you—It has everything to do with me that you want to get yourself fucking killed. He snarled, the words tight and full of iron. Losing you is not an option.

Islands are metaphors of the heart, no matter what poet says otherwise.

Intelligence is a great scholar,virtue is an extraordinary saint,love is a remarkable sage;together they are alters of integrity.Awareness is a great scholar,compassion is an extraordinary saint,prude...

I wasn't grateful. You want to talk cranky, coitus interruptus takes me well beyond cranky. My engorged labia felt like they were pressing on my brain—what there was of my brain—and if I didn't get to...

I feel my hand. I am these two beasts struggling at the end of my arms. My hand scratches one of its paws with the nail of the other paw; I feel its weight on the table which is not me. It's long, lon...

But she saw nothing in my eyes—she stared at me as though I had made a long journey on a white charger all the way to her prison house.