Hay tantas verdades como hombres. De vez en cuando, alcanzo a vislumbrar una Verdad más verdadera, escondida entre simulacros imperfectos de sí misma, pero en cuanto me acerco, se agita y se hunde más...
Holly steps back. Being warned about a ghost and seeing him are not the same. 'What did they
Judith Rey watches the young woman. Once upon a time, I had a baby daughter. I dressed her in frilly frocks, enrolled her for ballet classes, and sent her to horse-riding camp five summers in a row. B...
Politicians and sports coaches both need to be smart enough to master the game, but dumb enough to think it matters.
Clocks in disagreement are worse than no clock at all.
Disco's are tricky. You look a total wally if you dance too early but after one crucial song tips the disco over, you look a sad saddo if you don't.
We were, to quote the proverb, The one dog who barks at nothing answered by a thousand dogs barking at something...
The library refused many downloads, of course, but I succeeded with two Optimists translated from the Late English, Orwell and Huxley;
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.
The night in question, I had put aside my perpetual lavatory read, , because of all the manuscripts (inedible green tomatoes) submitted to Cavendish-Redux, my new stable of champions. I suppose it was...
Quienquiera que se inventase eso de que el dinero no hace la felicidad, se regocija Lloyd Hooks, está claro que no tenía bastante.
You ask a starved man, Gerritszoon says, to drink to a glutton.
This isn’t lust. Lust wants, does the obvious, and pads back into the forest. Love is greedier. Love wants round-the-clock care; protection; rings, vows, joint accounts; scented candles on birthdays;...
¿Te das cuenta, verdad, mi querido lector? Estaba metido en un asilo de película de serie B. Cuanto más rabiaba y despotricaba, más demostraba que debería estar donde estaba.
When a man aspires to power, I ask one simple question:Does he think like a businessman?'Luisa rolls her napkin into a compact ball. 'I ask tree simple questions. How did he get that power? How is he...
Whoever dies with the most stuff wins.
In racy Victorian novels, beware of young widows.
Human beings are walking bundles of cravings. Cravings for food, water, shelter, warmth; sex and companionship; status, a tribe to belong to; kicks, control, purpose; and so on, all the way down toe c...
Some might think that acting all modest and yet feeling all megalomaniacal is dishonest. I say it’s a cultural thing. And of course it’s not megalomania (well, if it is, I’m the worst person to judge...
A sprinkle of last-minute despair gives a soul an agreeably earthy aftertaste.
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