I loved you backward and forward in time. I loved you beyond boundaries of time and space.
Haven’t you ever harbored the secret thought that somewhere Huck and Jim are—at this instant—poling their raft down some river just beyond our reach, so much more real are they than the shoe clerk who...
The Song of Kali is with us. It has been with us for a very long time. Its chorus grows and grows and grows. But there are other voices to be heard. There are other songs to be sung.
No one wants to pay for a look at another person's angst.
No lifetime is long enough for those who wish to create, Raul. Or for those who simply wish to understand themselves and their lives. It is, perhaps, the curse of being human, but also a blessing.
He was, in other words, a careful man with careless impulses.
God is our refuge and strength, and ever-prethent help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountainth fall into the heart of the sea, though its waterth roar and...
All those before us have gone into the darkness without assurance of logic or fact or persuasive theory, with only a slender thread of hope or all too shakable convention of faith. And they have been...
All those before us have gone into the darkness without assurance of logic fact or persuasive theory, with only a slender thread of hope or the all too shakable convinction of faith. And if they have...
Sounding now/old songs/deep water/no-Great Voices/no-Shark/old songs/new songs
The past is dead and buried. But I know now that buried things have a way of rising to the surface when one least expects them to.
It was fucking wonderful. It was fucking hell.
I nevertheless understood at that second the ancient obsession of the God-fearing for another kind of fear: the thrill of exorcism, the mindless whirl of Dervish possession, and the almost erotic surr...
For seven centuries the existence of Grand Unification Theories and hyperstring post-quantum physics and Core-given understanding of the universe as self-contained and boundless, without Big Bang sing...
Father thought that the first stage of human happiness was a ‘fellowship with essence,
Doomed with enfeebled carcass to outstretch His loathed existence through ten centuries,
Data itself... was tolerable. It was the constant nerve-web-expanding pain of context that would kill him.
You met this Moneta ... or whatever her real name is ... in her past but your future ... in a meeting that's still to come
The continuation of her life was more than another day of breathing, but was the gift of another day of engagement with her beloved across the spectrum of all things.
When I find the bullet iwill spit it out it out.