How did one carry on in the face of such knowledge?
His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapolog...
You haunt my days and dreams.
Of all the varieties of virtues, liberalism is the most beloved.
CHALLENGES MAKE US RISE TO THE OCASSION.
art is risk made visible
It does not take a great supernatural heroine or magical hero to save the world.We all save it every day, and we all destroy it -- in our own small ways -- by every choice we make and every tiniest ac...
...I fell asleep and had a dream that a king was liquidated by a group of kind faces...
The really frightening thing about middle age is the knowledge that you'll grow out of it.
How simple a thing it seems to me that to know ourselves as we are, we must know our mothers names.
I'm not a kid anymore. And I'm excited for all the amazing things to come.