Pretending,' she looked at the garden, 'is not the truth.''But you said two true things, right ? One, you hate this girl. Two, you want her to feel better. If you decide that the wanting truth's more...
Never too late. Shooting is prayer. And when civilisation shuts up shop, a gun’ll be worth any number of university degrees.
Es como vomitar un huevo a la escocesa podrido: siempre crees que has terminado y siempre hay más.
The world's a headmaster who works on your faults. I don't mean in a mystical or Jesus way. More how you'll keep tripping over a hidden step, over and over, till you finally understand: Watch out for...
Había leído lo bastante como para apreciar mi ingenio literario, pero no lo bastante como para identificar mis fuentes de conocimiento. Me encantan las mujeres así. Podía decirle cosas como: La princi...
Sometimes John had recorded new compositions, or lines from his new poems. Sometimes he'd just record a busy night in The Green Man. Sometimes sheep, seals, skylarks, the wind turbine. If Liam were ho...
It’s not just the person who fills a house, it’s their I’ll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.
What man ain't the honestest cove in his own eyes? Grote's round face is a bronze moon in the dark. 'Tain't good intentions what paves the road to hell: it's self-justifyin's.
A true suicide is a paced, disciplined certainty. People pontificate, Suicide is selfishness. Career churchmen like Pater go a step further and call it a cowardly assault on the living. Oafs argue thi...
So winners, Hae-Joo proposed, are the real losers because they learn nothing? What, then, are losers? Winners?
Being born's a hell of a lottery.
Las autobiografías ya de por sí son infumables, ¡pero anda que las novelitas! Héroe emprende viaje, forastero llega a la ciudad, alguien persigue algo, lo consigue o no lo consigue, conflicto entre vo...
Entre todas las razas del mundo, nuestra sed, o mejor dicho, nuestra avidez, de tesoros, de oro, de especias y de dominio, ¡oh, si!, sobre todo del dulce dominio, ¡es la más aguda, la más insaciable,...
How about this? Hong Kong had been appropriated by British drug pushers in the 1840s. We wanted Chinese silk, porcelain, and spices. The Chinese didn't want our clothes, tools, or salted herring, and...
Do you ever think you might be a different species of human, knitted out of raw DNA in a laboratory like in , and then turned loose to see if you can pass yourself off as normal or not?
After years of working with missionaries, I am tempted to conclude that their endeavors merely prolong a dying race's agonies for ten or twenty years. The merciful plowman shoots a trusty horse grown...
What women want is still what it's always been: either you or, more likely, not you.
Glass & peace alike betray proof of fragility under repeated blows.
Fuck you, said Fear to Reason.
My right foot hits the ground first, but my left one's gone AWOL, and I'm cartwheeling, my body mapped by local explosions of pain -- ankle, knee, elbow -- shit, my left ski's gone, whipped off, vamoo...