Heresy is fissiparous, however.
Writing novels worth reading will bugger up your mind, jeopardize your relationships, and distend your life.
Like Solzhenitsyn, I shall return, one bright dusk.
In racy Victorian novels, beware of young widows.
Strip back the beliefs pasted on by governesses, schools, and states, you find indelible truths at one's core. Rome'll decline and fall again, Cortes'll lay Tenochtitlan to waste again, and later...th...
I said something about reading not being knowledge, about knowledge without experience being food without sustenance.
Sitting under the candlenut tree in the courtyard is pleasant in the afternoon. Laced in shadows, frangipani & coral hibiscus ward away the memory of recent evil. The sisters go about their duties, Si...
I have no earliest memories, Archivist. Every day of my life in Papa Song was as uniform as the fries we vended.
Olly’s glowing; if he was six inches tall and fluffy, Toys R Us would ship him by the thousands.
How do you smuggle daydreams into reality?
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.
How improbable must a coincidence be before it's a sign?
That’s my problem with new-age stuff. In common with many irrational views it harks back to a sense of something ancient while rejecting anything provably historical. It’s like the miserable concept o...
How vulgar, this hankering after immortality, how vain, how false. Composers are merely scribblers of cave paintings. One writes music because winter is eternal and because, if one didn't, the wolves...
Human beings are walking bundles of cravings. Cravings for food, water, shelter, warmth; sex and companionship; status, a tribe to belong to; kicks, control, purpose; and so on, all the way down toe c...
Human beings need to watch out for reasonless niceness too. It's never reasonless and its reason's not usually nice.
Human cruelty can be infinite. Human generosity can be boundless.
Humans live in a pit of cheating, exploiting, hurting, incarcerating. Every time, the species wastes some part of what it could be. This waste is poisonous.
Then the true true is diff’rent to the seemin’ true? said I. Yay, an’ it usually is, I mem’ry Meronym sayin’, an’ that’s why true true is presher’n’rarer’n diamonds.
There is no God but the one we dream up.
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