Writing is something you do alone. Its a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don't want to make eye contact while doing it.
Why they were loaded with bags of beans and peas and anything else they happened to pick up when they were still some distance away from the street where the first blind man and his wife lived, for th...
Which type of wedding gown best suits you?If you are lucky enough to be tall and slender, you can pretty much get away with any type or shape of gown. That is why models are tall and slender—anything...
When a brother is given the right to pass into the third life as a father, then he chooses his greatest rival or his truest friend to give him passage. You. Speaker—ever since I first learned Stark an...
We are among the first peoples in human history who do not broadly inherit religious identity as a given, a matter of kin and tribe, like hair color and hometown. But the very fluidity of this—the pos...
Truth said, I am your brother.Understanding said, I am your sister.Knowledge said, I am your father.Wisdom said, I am your mother.Shallowness said, I am your rival.Ignorance said, I am your enemy.
To be really mediæval one should have no body. To be really modern one should have no soul. To be really Greek one should have no clothes.
This little piggy went to HadesThis little piggy stayed homeThis little piggy ate raw and steaming human flesh
The morning weighs on my shoulders with the dreadful weight of hope and I take the blue envelope which Jacques has sent me and tear it slowly into many pieces, watching them dance in the wind, watchin...
The gift blesses the giver.
The au pair was bug-eyed. What happened back there?It's not our fault! Dan babbled. Those guys are crazy! They're like mini-Darth Vaders without the mask!They're Benedictine monks! Nellie exclaimed. T...
The angel popped his already mile high collar. She said she wanted the holiest thing in the house to do it. She got holey, all right, somebody muttered. Is that Butche's Bible? V asked. The angel flas...
The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus.The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily...
Stop. She covered her breast with her own hand. That’s no’ a healer’s touch.His smile was sin incarnate. Ye’ve the right of it there, lass. That’s a lover’s touch. And ye’ve had only the smallest bit...
Some powerful magnificence not human in other words, seemed under me. And it was the same mild pink colour, like the water of a watermelon, that did it. At once I recognised the importance of this, as...
So why did he do it?Cricket rakes a hand through his hair. For the same reason everyone makes mistakes. He fell in love.
She shrugged her shoulders, then shifted her attention to the hand-labeled glass jars of honey. Which one do you want to use?Something mild to go with the cheese.The milkweed blossom?Isabel nodded. We...
Perhaps you should speak more softly to me, then. Monsters are dangerous beasts, and just now kings seem to be dying like flies.
People do understand the language of the heart, you know, even if the head does not always comprehend it.
One of the two owners, the man who had been sitting in the front room, was stretched out in there asleep, stockinged-toes pointed at the ceiling, one hand backed defensively against his eyes to ward o...