Or, if he’s feeling more poetic, it might be Now, Frobisher, the clarinet is the concubine, the violas are yew trees in the cemetery, the clavichord is the moon, so … let the east wind blow that A min...
Nothing is more tiresome than being told what to admire, and having things pointed at with a stick.-Robert Frobisher
Marinus blows out a mouthful of air. Did close-range artillery knock any sense into you, or are we staying?
Luisa rolls her napkin into a compact ball. I ask three simple questions. How did he get that power? How is he using it? And how can it be taken off the sonofabitch?
La risata è anarchia e blasfema. I tiranni fanno bene a temerla.
If you show someone something you've written, you give them a sharpened stake, lie down in your coffin, and say, ‘When you’re ready’.
I wonder if you encountered this dictum first spoken by a twentieth-century statesman: An abyss cannot be crossed in two steps.
I lost my balance when the train pulled away, but a human crumple zone buffered my fall. We stayed like that, half fallen. Diagonal People.
I am, emphatically. Mental illness triggered by xperimental error.
Human beings need to watch out for reasonless niceness too. It's never reasonless and its reason's not usually nice.
Holly Sykes, says Publicity Girl, falling down the sar-chasm.
Dr. Upward was one of those Academy Award-winning Asses of Arrogance you find in educational administration, law or medicine.
At certain rare moments, a library is a kind of mind.
Many children are natural fantasists, I think, perhaps because their imaginations have yet to be clobbered into submission by experience.
Странно - размишлява Милтън. - Власт, време, гравитация, любов, Ония сили, които наистина не можеш пребори, са все невидими.
The First Rule of Parenting states that you never wake a peacefully sleeping child.
Science devises ever bloodier means of war until humanity’s powers of destruction overcome our powers of creation and our civilisation drives itself to extinction.
Words are what you fight with but what you fight about is whether or not you’re afraid of them.
With a story, as with a well-chosen gift, we’re happiest when surprised by something we didn’t know we wanted.
Why have you given your life to books, TC? Dull, dull, dull! The memoirs are bad enough, but all that ruddy fiction! Hero goes on a journey, stranger comes to town, somebody wants something, they get...