When I'm in doubt - as I am now - I ask myself, 'What would Carl Jung do?' - and act accordingly.
Up the hill, sheep bleat, oblivious to human empires rising and falling.
The world runs on strangers coping.
The human understanding is like a false mirror, which, receiving rays irregularly, distorts and discolors the nature of things by mingling its own nature.
The conflict between corporations and activists is that of narcolepsy versus remembrance. The corporations have money, power, and influence. Our weapon is public outrate.
The art teacher's scarlet book was called Story of the Eye by Georges Bataille. 'As the title suggests,' Mr Dunwoody saw the book'd caught my attention, 'it's about the history of opticians. What are...
S’pose heaven’s not like a painting that’s just hanging there forever, but more like … like the best song anyone ever wrote, but a song you only catch in snatches, while you’re alive, from passing car...
Pues yo me hago tres preguntas muy simples: ¿Cómo ha obtenido ese poder? ¿Cómo lo está utilizando? Y: ¿cómo se le puede arrebatar al muy hijo de puta?
Power is crack cocaine for your ego and battery acid for your soul.
Power and moneyLike Pooh Bear and honeyStick fast.
Perhaps those deprived of beauty perceive it most instinctively.
Patience's design flaw became obvious for the first time in my life: the outcome is decided not during the course of play but when the cards are shuffled, before the game even begins. How pointless is...
Old Ma Yibber spread the news that Zachry what came down off Mauna Kea weren't the same Zachry what'd gone up, an' true 'nuff I s'pose, there ain't no journey what don't change you some.
Maailma ei lakkaa purkamasta sitä minkä on rakentanut. Miksi maailmassa pitäisi olla järkeä?
Italians give their city sexes, and they all agree that the sex for a particular city is quite correct, but none of them can explain why. I love that. London's middle-aged and male, respectably marrie...
If only,’ Shiroyama dreams, ‘human beings were not masks behind masks behind masks. If only this world was a clean board of lines and intersections. If only time was a sequence of considered moves and...
I wonder how many years Suga has been carrying his curse around with him. I forget that other people in the world have broken parts too.
I wish all this never had to change, says Rafiq, unexpectedly. I’m pleased he’s content and sad that a kid so young knows that nothing lasts.
I said something about reading not being knowledge, about knowledge without experience being food without sustenance.
I rarely feel despair, I forget how it gouges.