Manmut oseti kako mu se organski slojevi ježe kada je shvatio da je naglas progovorio preko privatne linije. Ništa. Zbog čega ljubav nije dovela do odgovora na zagonetku života?Zbog toga što je Prust...
Kale pe a, repeated my friend. It is an ancient Tibetan farewell when a caravan sets out to climb the high peaks. It means—go slowly if you wish to return. And
Johnny-boy shook his head. Maybe he thought I wanted him to drink from the bottle. Hell, I have more class than that. There are paper cups over by the water cooler.
I’m hungry, Raul, she said from the head of the stairs. Want to go down and see what this old ship’s galley can whomp up for lunch?
It says something about the type of writing I had been doing that my muse could flee without my noticing. For those who do not write and who never have been stirred by the creative urge, talk of muses...
In this cold, teeth can shatter after two or three hours—actually explode—sending shrapnel of bone and enamel flying inside the cavern of one’s clenched jaws.
In the beginning was the Word. In the end … past honor, past life, past caring … In the end will be the Word.
In his twenties, John Bridgens most identified with Hamlet. The strangely aging Prince of Denmark—Bridgens was quite sure that the boy Hamlet had magically aged over a few theatrical weeks to a man wh...
He sits in the straight-backed chair next to the bed and lifts a cooling cup of tea. If you die, what happens to me? I don’t know, I say honestly. If I die, I don’t even know what happens to me.
Have you ever noticed how on a trip—even a very long one—it is often the first week or so that stands out most clearly in your memory? Perhaps it is the enhanced perception that voyages bring, or perh...
God Almighty, I love life. Even this vile place, where the trees are shattered stubs and where nothing grows but craters, even the sights, scents, sounds, and stirrings of this place are preferable to...
Failing tastes of bile and dog vomit. Shame on any man who gets used to that taste.
Designed from DNA to compute, I said, appalled at the thought of Core machines being given the benefit of the doubt when it came to souls.
Children bring chaos and clutter and an infinite potential for the future
But as long as the task is both onerous and repetitive, I discovered, the mind is not only free to wander to more imaginative climes, it actually flees to higher planes. Thus,
Barbarians, we call them, while all the while we timidly cling to our Web like Visigoths crouching in the ruins of Rome's faded glory and proclaim ourselves civilized.
At sunrise of the third day, I saw the corpse’s chest begin to rise and fall and I heard the first intake of breath—a rasp like water being poured into a leather pouch.
And above it all the butterfly effect. The sure knowledge that the entire life of a human being is like a single day in that human's life: unplannable, unpredictable, governed by the hidden tides of c...
Among us we represent islands of time as well as separate oceans of perspective.
All of our lives are governed by a certain degree of faith in bullshit.