Me había equivocado de estrategia desde el primer movimiento. Había tratado de salir de aquel absurdo a grito pelado, pero una vez internado eso es imposible. Los negreros reciben con los brazos abier...
The mind abhors a vacancy & is wont to people it with phantoms.
Self pity, Orito reminds herself yet again, is a noose dangling from a rafter.
I Din't finish speakin' my cure 'cos Roses schnockoed my face so hard the ground dived forward an' I crashed my jaxy.
Music’s a wood you walk through.
Sobering to think how one accursed night of baccarat can alter a man's social standing so irreversibly.
I could tell you a hundred things, thinks Jacob, and nothing at all.
Look around. Walk. Find a cheap bed. Eat what the locals eat. Find a cheap beer. Try not to get fleeced. Talk. Pick up a few words in the local lingo. Just BE there, y'know? Sometimes, Brubeck bites i...
With a story, as with a well-chosen gift, we’re happiest when surprised by something we didn’t know we wanted.
The wisdom of skin is underappreciated.
Sawing the head off a thunder god with a rusty hacksaw is not easy when you are eleven years old.
I think about pinball, and how being a kid’s like being shot up the firing lane and there’s no veering left or right; or you’re just sort of propelled. But once you clear the top, like when you’re six...
Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, and though a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud and so is a soul.
I...asked why purebloods despised me so. He replied, 'What if the difference between social strata stem not from genomics or inherent xcellence or even dollars, but merely differences in knowledge? Wo...
If one will just be still, shut up, and --lo, behold, the world'll sift through one's ideas for one, esp. in a grimy London railway station.
Like a shiny silver pinball whizzing out of the firing lane, I’ve not got the faintest bloody clue where I’m going or what’ll happen next.
If the affluent cannot afford hope, you cannot expect the destitute to pay for desperation.
Memory Serves. Duplicitous couplet.
Then the three of us hug, and if I could choose on moment of my life to sit inside of for the rest of eternity...it'd be now, no question.
In an individual, selfishness uglifies the soul; for the human species, selfishness is extinction.
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