Books’ll be back, Esther-in-Unalaq predicts. Wait till the power grids start failing in the 2030s and the datavats get erased. It’s not far away. The future looks a lot like the past.
Assent was indignant & universal
Alguém que pense que «O dinheiro não dá felicidade» é com certeza porque o tem em grande quantidade.
A volley of hailstones began abruptly, filled the woods with a frenzied percussion & ended on the sudden.
Modesty is Vanity's craftier stepbrother.
Strip back the beliefs pasted on by governesses, schools, and states, you find indelible truths at one's core.
I've become a less brave traveller since I became a dad, but in the past I was more foolhardy than brave.
Ние - под това разбирам всички над шестдесет -със самото си съществуване извършваме две прегрешения. Едното е липсата на бързина. Караме твърде бавно, ходим твърде бавно, говорим твърде бавно. Светът...
We cross, crisscross, and recross our old tracks like figure skaters.
Maybe the meaning of life lies in looking for it
Love is fusion in the sun’s core. Love is a blurring of pronouns. Love is subject and object. The difference between its presence and its absence is the difference between life and death.
And then we hear a noise like … a town being dropped, and everything in it smashing to bits.
Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Yet for the first time in three days, I want something. I want the forest lord to turn me into a cedar. The very oldest islanders say that if you are in the interior mountains on the night when the fo...
Without where I am from and who I am from, I am nothing, even if the glass is gone and conifers are growing through where the roof should be. All those wide-worlders in transit, all those misplaced, t...
Why does any martyr cooperate with his judases?
Why ask a question whose answer would demand ten more questions?
We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love.
Two thoughts walked into my place. The first thought said that we hadn’t slept together because sex would have closed an entrance behind us and opened an exit ahead of us. The second thought told me q...
Truth is singular. Its 'versions' are mistruths.