The world has long forgotten, but we mountain-dwellers live in the prayer wheel of time.
The uncreated and the dead exist solely in our actual and virtual pasts.
The reductio ad absurdum of M.D.'s view, I argued, was that science devises ever bloodier means of war until humanity's powers of destruction overcome our powers of creation and our civilization drive...
The rectum of Wybo Gerritszoon releases a hot fart of horror.
The pursuit of insight takes you deep into the forest.
The organs of Venus are familiar to all, but oh, my brothers, the organ of Saturn is the bladder.
The mind abhors a vacancy & is wont to people it with phantoms.
The media—and not just The Washington Post—is where democracies conduct their civil wars.
The lounge is empty of bodies but full of debris: wineglasses, ashtrays, food wrappers, and a pair of silk boxer shorts over the Boer War rifle
The clock’s pendulum catches the firelight, and in the rattle-breathed final moments of Jacob de Zoet, amber shadows in the far corner coagulate into a woman’s form. She slips between the bigger, tall...
The blue jay threads a flight-path through stripes of brightness and stripes of mossy dark.
The Ticket-wallah, whose pimples bubbled as I watched, was as intractably dense as his counterpart in King's Cross. The Corporation breeds them from the same stem cell.
The Cookie Monster is anarchic, dynamic and madly driven by a very specific, but also totally random, aim: he wants cookies. He wants to charge around crazily smashing cookies into his mouth. He will...
THE LINES ARE simple enough: Men have imagined republics and principalities that never really existed at all. Yet the way men live is so far removed from the way they ought to live that anyone who aba...
Such inbred, bovine torpor!
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.
Six feet directly beneath his seat is a suitcase in the baggage hold containing enough C-4 to turn an airplane into a meteor.
See, I thinked, Meronym knows a lot 'bout Smart an' life but Valleysmen know more 'bout death.
Remember: What Cupid gives, Cupid takes away.
Persuasion is not about force; it's about showing a person a door, and making him or her desperate to open it.