In their vanity men focus on what they wish to hear and miss the hidden meaning, the lurking threat.
Tomorrow and tomorrow come creeping in and always will. We're fools trapped in a mechanism of our own unconscious making. Shadows strutting and fretting for one brief hour upon a stage, then heard no...
To watch. To wait. To wonder at a world in chaos,' the girl said. 'And hope one day you fools might learn.
My life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury. It means nothing.
Dependence breeds neither cordiality nor respect. - Pg. 77
Do I dream you? Or you dream me? Or does someone, something bigger than all' - her hands swept the vast constellations above them - 'this beauteous calamity, dream everything we see and more?
The end, it is the mystery that lasts and not the explanation.
Gino Fosse vond deze vreemde afbeeldingen van martelaren fascinerend. Hij had uren in de San Stefano Rotondo, niet ver van de villa Celimontana, zitten kijken naar de vaklieden die de verbijsterende s...
His dad, dying in the hospital, had said something about pain. It stuck to you like flour. You thought you could wash it all away, out of your clothes, out of your hair. But some stray grain always pe...
He was determined to take the first flight out, wherever it went. Anywhere had to be better than this.
It's so much easier to define crime than it is to put your finger on justice.
Perhaps, he continued, this capacity for evil is in all of us, then, and it’s largely down to fortune whether we encounter the circumstance that breathes life into it or not. Just as it’s luck that de...
A child was a brief and blissful interlude of responsibility, not a thing to be owned.