In the smoky firelight the two old men nodded off like a pair of ancient kings passing the aeons in their tumuli. Made a musical notation of their snores. Elgar is to be played by a bass tuba, Ayrs a...
In an individual, selfishness uglifies the soul; for the human species, selfishness is extinction.
If you’ve not been through it, you can’t understand, not really. Lucky you, I say. Control is about fear, see. If you’re afraid enough of the reprisals, you don’t say no, you don’t fight back, you don...
If you don't fit into the system, the system makes life hell.
I pass through many Me's in the course of my day, each one selfish with his time. The Lying-in-Bed me and the Enjoying-the-Hot-Shower Me are particularly selfish. The Late Me loathes the pair of them.
How lazily xperts dismiss what they fail to understand! I,
Holly slides off the chairlift like a gymnast, and I slide off like a sack of hammers.
His skin was blotched as a dying banana.
He lights another match to see if it's a time worth getting up for: 4:05. No. An inbetween hour.
Gulls wheel through spokes of sunlight over gracious roofs and dowdy thatch, snatching entrails at the marketplace and escaping over cloistered gardens, spike topped walls and treble-bolted doors. Gul...
God only knows how many previous owners it’s had, but it’s been washed so the stains aren’t sticky at least,
Go to hell, Willy, our souls eat poetry, but one has seven deadly sins to feed!
For most of my life, the world shrank and technology progressed; this was the natural order of things. Few of us clocked on that the natural order of things is entirely man-made, and that a world that...
Fear hardens caution, but boredom erodes it.
Fatalism’s a weak antidepressant, but there’s nothing stronger at Dr. Kumar’s.
Eva. Every day I've climbed up the belfry chanting a lucky chant at one syllable per beat, To-day-to-day-let-her-be-here-to-day-to-day.
Den svatého Valentýna, Den matek a Den bezrukých brankářů jsou bez výjimky komploty výrobců pohlednic, květinářek a čokoládoven.
Contrary to popular wisdom, bullies are rarely cowards. Bullies come in various shapes and sizes. Observe yours. Gather intelligence. Shunning one hopeless battle is not an act of cowardice. Hankering...
But, Henry, this is wicked!' But, Adam, the world is wicked. Maoris prey on Moriori, Whites prey on darker-hued cousins, fleas prey on mice, cats prey on rats, Christians on infidels, first mates on c...
But an ink brush, she thinks, is a skeleton key for a prisoner’s mind.