The whole planet reeks of mysticism without revelation.
In an age where no information was inaccessible, no travel denied, such exclusion was maddening and tantalizing.
Goddamn fatherfucking asshole politician moral paraplegic dipshit drag-queen bitch!
Suddenly. Why do you men have to add to it? Why does our species always have to take our full measure of God-given misery and terror and mortality and then make it worse?
Weltschmerz
Trust me. I’ve seen it in London and I’ve seen it with shipwreck. Death by scurvy is worse. It would be better if the Thing took us all tonight. And with that we went below to the flame-flickering Dar...
Niemand hat je gesagt, dass das Universum normal ist.
It occurs to me that our survival may depend upon our talking to one another.
I did not truly know M. Masteen, said the priest. We were not of the same faith. But we were of the same profession; Voice of the Tree Masteen spent much of his life doing what he understood to be God...
Accidents are like death. Waiting for us everywhere. Inevitable. Unavoidable. Plan as we might, they defy our planning.
Was being greeted by a silent, smiling band of bald, retarded children.
Martyrs of the Antarctic.
Apocalyptic statuary of the post-Hegira expansionist period. I
[When you meet a swordsman/ meet him with a sword Do not offer a poem to anyone but a poet]
Where religious values might be relative, intellectual values fleeting, moral values ambiguous, and aesthetic values dependent upon an observer, the existence value of any thing is infinite—thus the m...
What, after all, is more real to us than the geography of our childhoods?
The Chinese poet George Wu ... recorded on his comlog: Poets are the mad midwives to reality. They see not what is, nor what can be, but what must become. Later, on his last disk to his lover the week...
Tempus edax rerum.
Seduction, he knew, was both science and art—a blend of skill, discipline, proximity, and opportunity. Mostly proximity.
Most of us, I hope, have had some child or spouse or friend like Beatrice, someone who by his very nature, his seemingly innate goodness and intelligence, makes us uncomfortably conscious of our lies...